Ann stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her to dry off when she noticed the new thing in the bathroom to her private room at the island Resort. Curious, she flipped open the folded paper in order to read it. "Come to the following room," it read. "Don't bother to change." It was signed "EM".
Ann felt a spark of thrill run up her and smiled. Don't bother to change? She could do that. The paper had a map on it, just in case and Ann memorized that.
Honestly, walking through the resort while dripping wet and wrapped in a towel wasn't even in the top then things that she saw on her way to the indicated room. She turned down a small side corridor, then followed it to the indicated door. There was another note taped to it, written in the same hand as the first one. "Have fun."
Ann opened the door and stepped into the dark room, looking for a light switch. The door closed behind her and the lights turned on.
"Oh." Ann said with a deep breath. There were a lot of props here, many she had seen on the Magician's stage. Some she had even been in. And some she had never seen before. She looked around, but saw no one else in the room.
have fun
The words echoed through her mind, and she wondered if this was some sort of test. Or not. Perhaps he simply was giving her a gift. Perhaps she was being recorded from every angle, and what she does will be shown for posterity far into the future.
Or perhaps... nothing at all. And wasn't that terrifying?
She looked around, walking through the room. Classic illusion pieces stood side by side erotic and macabre versions. That guillotine over there would pass through her neck safely, leaving her in one piece, a trick for the casuals. The one to its right would remove her head safely and allow for further fun. The one to its left would surely end her life if she put her neck under the blade.
Not right now.
She turned a corner and spotted something that drew her eye and caught her breath. Trimmed in red, the clear box stood tall and unmarred. Well, not quite unmarred. Set into the front and back of the box were fifteen slots, three wide and five tall. On the sides, there were three rows as well, alternating heights with the front and back.
A sword cabinet, a small smile played across Ann's lips as she found a similar one to the left and then to the left again. She couldn't tell which was which, but she did find a single rack containing thirty swords, all meant to go through the cabinet if the size and shape of the blades were any indication, as well as the handles being the same color as the trim on the box.
"And now!" Ann announced to no one, "I shall run this box through with all the blades!" she held two up with her hands. "As you can see, there can be no escape for anyone in the box, no matter how much they try!" She slid the two swords in her hands into the upper slots on the outside. A person standing in there would be untouched. "First, reduce their movement!" she announced as she drew two more swords, this time sliding them between the legs of the imaginary assistant.
"Of course, we can't just go from her front," she said as she walked to the right side of the box, two more swords in hand. She slid them in through the top slots, again to the sides from her perspective, but from the front and back if you looked at it from the front. She slid in more swords, framing the person on the inside.
"Now that they are trapped, here is what you wanted to see," she said, holding up a single sword high above her head. She slid it along the front of the cabinet, tapping it into each middle slot from the top to the two middle ones. "But not yet," she said as she spun around the box and slid the sword through the middle slot both horizontally and vertically. "Instead One last needle!" she announced to no one in particular as she drew out two more swords. "These are the real deal," she licked her lips as she went 'behind' the cabinet.
Two blades entered their respective slots, going through the space where the legs should be. "Hah!" she cried out as she stepped up and put two more swords at leg height, going sideways instead of front to back.
Then she hesitated for a moment. After this, she pushed one sword, then two, then three through the imaginary body of the person in the cabinet, piercing shoulders from the side, and the stomach. There was little left to go for. But the audience would not accept the last few slots unfilled.
Ann tested the blade with one figure then slid it slowly and carefully through the right chest of the unknown victim. She imagined being in the cabinet at this point, and wanted to finish it off. She pulled out another sword and this time pushed it through the left side chest. Four more to go.
"Ah. Almost done," she said aloud as she picked up one more sword. This one, she pushed in from the side, at chest height, crossing the front of the box. Three more to go, and this one, she hesitated between the space the head would be in, or the loins. Her hand shook for a moment, and she slid the blade in at an angle, then levering it upwards to catch the slot on the back side.
Her breath misted the cabinet, the fog fading just as fast.
"Last ones!" she said as she put one sword to the last slot on the front, head height. She pushed it through, then without commentary, filled the last one - the middle on the top from the side.
"And with that," she bowed to no one in particular, "The lovely occupant of this box has obviously not escaped the throes of these many sharp blades! I will leave them in here for your observation for a few minutes, then release them for the next performance."
She stepped away from the sword cabinet, ready to dismiss it from her mind when a strange something caused her to pause and turn around.
The cabinet was empty. No. More than that, the swords were out of it now, and the front door was open.
It was inviting. Hypnotic even as she looked at it again. It had reset after she had left it, right? There was nothing pulling her back in, was there? Of course not, Ann thought to herself as she stepped back toward it. Nothing to it at all as she put a hand on the side of the open door. All she had to do was close it and walk away.
All she had to do...
Ann closed the door, hearing it click now that she was inside the cabinet. Why was she in the cabinet? She pressed against the door, but it didn't move or budge. "Hell..." the words died in her mouth as two of the swords floated out the basket she had returned them to and approached the cabinet.
"Oh," she said, standing still in shock as the two blades slid through the top corner slots, going beside her head, nearly touching her ears, yet at the same time parting her long golden locks around them. She was caught off guard by that and when she tried to turn her head to face one blade, she found that her ability to do was seemed hampered. But she could see her reflection in the shimmering blades, and that was enough to for her breath to get caught.
"Is anyone out there?" she asked as she couldn't dismiss the idea of an invisible person holding the swords. But as the next two slid between her legs, she had an idea, a thought as to what was happening. She held her head perfectly still as out of the corner of her eyes, two more swords floated into place, then trust through the box, trapping her head front and back as they passed in front and behind her.
"I see," she said to no one. Instead, she steaded her breath and stood still as more blades entered from the sides, the front and the back, each missing her by a everything from a hairs breath to being nowhere close. She forced herself to relax as she knew that she would not be touched. For now.
But her heart beat faster and faster as the swords slid in, each one silent on the approach and each one a herald of the time when she couldn't avoid any of them. They moved without haste or taunting her with a sudden wait. She counted as they appeared, waiting for the dreadful first to actually touch her.
She didn't know which version this was! Ann almost panicked as she realized with fear that she didn't know if this was the safest one, where the blades wouldn't harm her at all, the erotic one that she would definitely feel even as they went through her, or the final version, where everything was real.
Ann racked her mind, trying to remember where she had started actually going through the imaginary person. Wasn't it the legs? She glanced down, but she was wrong as a sharp prick in her side caused her to squeal as the sword slipped into her waist from the left, going through her and out the right side of the box. "Ah!" she said as she felt around the blade. The bath towel she wore was now ripped, and the blade was nice inside her. She wiggled back and forth for a moment, feeling the blade inside her and distracting her long enough for the next set.
Two blades pushed through her legs, side to side again, and her thighs were pinned in place by the steel swords. "That tickled," Ann said quietly as she tried to move her legs, but all she could do was fold up the legs a little but before her heels hit the back of the box. She could put her whole weight on the three blades through her, but what would be the fun in that?
The next sword was through the second-to last slot on the sides, Ann's upper arms were stabbed, the blade passing through her, then out the other arm, just under the shoulders. She could still move her lower arms and hands, and she did no, testing her reach at this point in time.
Her stomach was stabbed as she did that, and Ann gasped as the cool steel found her, going through her without stopping or slowing for anything. She was having fun now, but her only regret was that she was still wearing her towel. She tried to pull it off, but it was stuck to her now. There were only six spots left, and Ann couldn't wait.
Two blades floated up in front of her, and the right one went in first, She moaned with pleasure as the tip of the sword pierced her breast, pushing like a gentle finger and sliding into her body before going out her back. She grabbed her left tit, massaging is just as the sword aimed for it penetrated her, preventing her hand from pulling away from her chest. "Ahh!" she moaned as her right hand went for her loins, her left hand doing its work. "Yessss," she hissed as the next sword entered the box.
This one crossed her chest, the thin blade cutting into her breasts from the left to the right, passing just behind the tips, forcing them to be erect as possible for display. It was almost done, just three more to go. "Hurry," she whispered.
The sword obliged, slipping into the middle of the front, and Ann's right hand felt the prick on the back of the hand so she reflexively spread her fingers, allowing the blade to pass into her private sanctuary, cutting gently with its top side into her. She tried to roll her hips, but the blades in her waist made that impossible, so she was reduced to pulling and pushing with her fingers to maximize her sensations.
The second to last blade cut into the back of the box, at head height, and an Ann distracted with her sexuality didn't have a chance to notice what had happened before the back of head was pierced, and the sword came out her mouth, giving her an appropriate 'O' face as her eyed widened and she tried to yell through a mouth that could not form the right words.
And last, the final sword went through her head from the side, and Ann shook with excitement as her brain fired on all cylinders.
She stood in the box, skewered and transfixed as she gasped in the afterglow. Slowly, all the swords pulled themselves out of the box, each of them quiet and slick as they un-perforated her sweating body. "Ah, ah, ah," Ann panted as she could breathe a bit more freely and her hands were released. The door opened and she staggered out, discarding the towel in the process. "That was intense!" she said as she steadied herself to allow her to recover.
Ann glanced at the towel with the holes cut into it. "OK," she admitted as she considered putting it back on, but discarded the idea just as quickly as she discarded the towel. "What next?" she looked around. "Something.... fun."