Simon took to the center stage, giving a professional bow to the audience. "Hello everyone! Thank you all for coming to our final show of the year. After this, we will be moving to our summer program. The Head has something fun lined up for us after a summer of shows, and I think we'll enjoy it. But for now, allow me to present the last act of the year." He stepped to one side and the lights went out over the stage. They came on a moment later, revealing the five women of the After School Magic Club. Each of them stood inside a black square on the floor, posing nude for the audience.

Victoria held a seductive wink as she leaned forward. Rina held both arms behind her back to push out her chest. The Head was tall and proud. Monica had one arm under her chest while the other hand was on her hips, and finally Sandy was turned away from the audience in a coy pose to tantalize - though that didn't mean much.

Each of them was standing inside a clear container, unmoving.

Simon tapped the container containing his sister. It didn't give off a hollow sound, but rather the hard thunk of a solid. "Each of these fine ladies is totally encased in this wonder material I'm told to call Clear-ex for legal reasons. No, I don't know why either." He smirked and got a couple chuckles from the audience. "None of them can move, or react in any way to external stimuli. If you're wondering how they're breathing or if they're still alive, the answer is Magic, duh." He paused to let the audience consider this.

"Now, I have here five envelopes, each containing a trick." He waved them where all can see. "Well, 'trick' for what we do around here. For the next bit, I invite everyone to come up and examine each of these," he knocked on the Clear-Ex containers again, "and choose which trick for which woman. The most popular opinions get done! Any questions?"

"Can I suck your dick?" a woman yelled.

"Maybe later," he replied with a smile. "Anything else? No? Well, here we go."

The envelops were handed out and inside each, people found small slips of paper to write down a name on. Simon walked around as well, answering some questions and not answering others. Eventually, he collected the envelopes and returned to the front of the stage, shooing away some of the onlookers.

"Thanks all!" he said as he flipped through the envelopes, making piles that floated in the air. Some votes were close, others not at all. Once he had his results, he put everything away. "Excellent! Let's get started then. First up, Victoria!" he patted the Clear-ex container. "The plurality of people who had an opinion wanted to see you ground up!"

He waved his hands and the black square that held Victoria and her container rose into the air two feet. "And we came prepared for this," Simon stated as he put one hand on the side of the container and pulled down.

With a loud crunching sound, the whole thing descended into the black square, and instantly white crystals began to fall down from the bottom. Sharp-eyed people in the audience saw skin-coloured flakes as well, which only grew in proportion as Simon kept pulling her statued form into the grinder. Her legs were gone up to the knee and he was able to reach up and push down from the top, slowly treating his sister like a carrot that was being shredded. He didn't stop as her sex reached the level of the square and pushed down even more, leaving behind a large pile of crystals and shredded body. Her body, arms, and chest were all devoured until just the last bit with her head remained, eye still locked in the wink. Simon paused.

"Now, you may all be wondering if they're feeling this. The answer is yes, but they can't visibly react," he then put his foot down in a kick and shoved the last of Victoria through the grinder, leaving her nothing but shards and slivers. "That's that! Onward!"

He moved to the second, Rina, still proudly on display. "For you, we had a clear majority," he announced as he stood beside her. "Rina, you will be sawn in half!" This time, he gently kicked the black square under her and up through the Clear-Ex, a white line started to form, a black disc emerging from the square. He turned Rina side to side to show it off as the cutting edge rose up, aimed to perfectly bisect her. "Now, there wasn't a requirement as to which way, so this is my personal touch," he announced as the black blade touched her sex and split it in two, moving quietly and surely up through her. Simon made sure she was facing side-on to the audience so that they could watch the progress, but without her moving, it was hard to react properly.

The black dividing blade stayed locked to the bottom of the black square, even as it passed between her breasts, then up through her head. Simon waited for it to reach the top then pulled the two halves apart.

The audience then started to applaud as Rina's form was now facing herself, eye to eye. The black divider stayed in place to act as a backdrop and to prevent any unseemly internals. Not that kind of show. Simon walked between her halves and gave a small bow. "Next!"

He moved to the Club Head, the mysterious woman tall and regal. "Hey Boss," he said, "I'd love to stay and chat, but you told me to keep things moving. To that end, the audience, and this was just a plurality mind, wanted to see you spiked!" He made faux-mystical gestures as he backed up and the black square under her slowly slid upward along the back of the Clear-ex case, like an oilslick in reverse. Once it covered the back of the box, Simon turned the whole thing to be side-on to the audience again.

This time, everyone got to watch as long black spiked started to push through the Clear-ex from the back, quickly growing like weeds as they reached her back and then vanished into her body. Simon turned her to face forward and the audience waited for the next part.

It was her arms first, the limbs being thinner than anything else, black dots pushing out through her skin to turn into black circles. Then her legs were pierced through, the line of black dots going up her leg toward her hips. Then a dot appeared above her loins, expanding to block that part of her off from the rest. Upward the dots emerged, circles of black across her stomach and ribs until her chest was pierced through as well, the black coming out the tips of her breasts. Upward more, across her collar then a small line up the middle of her neck then into her head. One pushed out her mouth, while her eyes turned black as they were replaced with the black going through her.

Simon then turned the whole thing around to show that the black oil had been withdrawn from the back of the Clear-ex box and into it, pushing through the Club Head from back to front in dozens of places before setting her to facing front.

"Three down, two to go," he said as he strolled over to the next. "Monica! Hate to break it to you, but the audience has decided that you get to be squished flat! Apparently," he gave an overly dramatic wiggle of his eyebrows, "some people were jealous of your assets and wanted you to be something a bit more reasonable."

That got more laughter. Simon rolled his shoulders and then slapped the top of the Clear-ex container, causing it to start to collapse in on itself. Or rather, collapse downward. The Audience watched as Monica shrunk down, top to bottom, without losing any width or depth, the black base doing nothing but drawing her closer and closer until she was no more than an inch thick.

Simon bent down and picked the thin sheet off the ground, showing off Monica from the top then the bottom. "OK, that's not what I expected, but I can live with that," he said as he carefully balanced her on the edge, top facing the audience, her hair being most visible, with her breasts poking downward and her one arm out to the side.

"Lastly," Simon moved to the fifth woman, "Sandy." He patted the side of her Clear-ex container. "But not least of course." The woman didn't react at all. "The audience voted for you to be quartered, and muck like Rina, no one specified how, so it's up to me to decide!" He pulled out a small marker from a pocket and uncapped it. "Well, I could do the classic," he said as he drew a line across Sandy's neck, her waist and her legs, "that would be boring. Instead, let's take advantage of your pose!" He spun the clear container around to have her face to the side, where the fact she was leaning forward was more obvious.

"First!" he announced as he drew a line at an angle through her neck, from above and behind to below and in front. "Second!" He spun her around to face front again, and drew a line from her left shoulder to her right hip, crossing between her breasts. "And third!" This time, he spun around to the side again, and drew a long line from behind Sandy's head all the way down her body to her feet. "Tah-dah!" he said as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Ready?"

He snapped his fingers, and this time the black base rose up to cover all the sides of the Clear-ex container before waiting a pregnant moment, then dropping back down.

For a moment, no one was sure what had happened, then Simon began to act. First, he slid the back half of the container, the back half of Sandy, to the side, revealing smooth skin across her entire body despite being sliced cleanly down the middle. Then, he reached out and slid the angled top of the block off, taking Sandy's head with it, setting it down on the floor so that she was vaguely looking up and forward before sliding the last piece, her torso cut, off to the side as well.

The audience applauded. Simon bowed.

"Thank you all for coming," he said, "And we'll see you next year. As for these lovely ladies, well, the winners will have notes in their pockets when they leave. As for our summer, we will be visiting a nice tropical resort. Those notes are invitations." He bowed, and the stage went dark.

*  *  *

Simon was cleaning up when he was approached by someone from the audience. "Show's over," he said.

"It is, but you promised me a dick," she replied.

Simon considered that. "I did, didn't I?" The woman had bushy brown hair, and wore blue jeans and a blue jean jacket. "Can it wait until after I've cleaned up?"

In response, the woman put her hands to the side of her head and popped it right off. "I've got some experience," she said as she juggled her own head in the air. "So how about it?"

That had Simon's interest. "And what else can you remove?"

She handed her head to him. "Why don't you start with this and I'll show you?"

He did.

She did.