Steph winced as the cuffs were tightened sharply around her wrists, trapping them behind her back. As always the Magician had urged the guy he plucked from the audience to make sure the cuffs were tight. As a result the cool steel rubbed uncomfortably on her wrist bones, and amplified the throb of her pulse.
That was only the start of Steph's discomfort however. Her shortish brown hair was pulled back sharply into a barely sustainable ponytail, tight enough that she could feel her skin tighten across her cheeks. She was left briefly, center stage and butt naked, her lightly tanned skin gleaming in the glare of the lights while the rest of the trick was pushed on stage. Steph rolled her shoulders a little, trying not to pull any harder on the tight cuffs, as a short table on castors was pushed out. It was at least 2 feet shorter than Steph's rather Amazonian 5'11 frame and unlike the " sawing a girl in half " variation the audience might have expected the table didn't seem to be split in two.
Steph strode confidently over to the new prop and with a roll and a wriggle laid on the top, face down. A few more wriggles and shoves and a little of her profile could be seen below the thin table top as her face emerged from an oval cutout at one end. More wriggling and her fine breasts emerged from 2 similar holes a little further along, the small gold rings in her nipples catching the light. Steph lay a little uncomfortably, her knees about level with the base of the table. The crowd watched in hushed awe, realizing this was likely to be a very new experience to behold.
The Magician invited his new helper to add manacles to Steph's ankles, which he did with tight efficiency. Her feet were then folded back till they met her equally trapped wrists in the small of her back. A padlock through the short connecting chains of both sets of cuffs secured Steph in the tight hogtie. She took a deep breath and tried to hold still, as wriggling tended to pull on her cuffs and the small of her back.
She moaned loudly as a strap was tightened over her folded legs pressing them together tighter and jamming her into the unpadded surface. A second strap pushed her ankles into her bare ass and shoved her down yet tighter. The Magician added a further strap over Steph's arms and back, and as he pulled this one tight her breasts were pushed further out of their wooden cutouts. A final strap over the back of her head made her yelp as her face was mashed into the oval, the edge of the cutout biting uncomfortably.
Once the Magicians helper had padlocked each of the straps, Steph could hear the approach of the rest of the trick. All she could see was the small area of stage floor immediately under her face, but knew a small box just big enough to fit over her and onto the table top to which she was so tightly attached had been carried out and displayed from all angles.
As she felt the breeze from the box being lifted over her Steph's heart began to race, The strap over her back shoved her chest down hard enough to make deep breaths almost impossible. She sucked some air in between her teeth. Despite the tight bindings the Magician had demonstrated that she was still too thick, preventing the box  meeting with the edge of the table. She could hear the theatrical sigh as the Magician had his helper and the stagehand both sit on the box lid in a bid to make it fit. The air was squeezed from her lungs and she let out a very genuine little yelp as the box was finally completed with a loud click from the catches. The audience couldn't doubt she was trapped uncomfortably in a too small box but still had no idea where this particular trick was leading.
They weren't helped much when the box was tipped upright onto the end where Steph's knees were secured. She blinked as she faced the spotlights once more and smiled bravely. All that could be seen of her was her face, pressed tight to the cutout in an oval from forehead round past her eyes over her cheeks and down to her chin, her ears and hairline out of sight inside the box. Just below the two orbs of her chest jutted out tightly the bases swelling out of holes which seemed to have been cut a size two small. She could feel her nipples throb mightily as over a hundred pairs of eyes gazed at the unusual display.
Their gaze was soon directed to a cart being pushed on stage, bearing a large blade. Steph didn't have to be able to see it to know it was the exact size of the front of her box. Or that it was very sharp. If her ribs weren't being crushed against her lungs she would have taken a deep breath. The blade was aligned with the gap between what had been the table top and rest of the box.
Pausing only to explain that his idea of cutting a lady into three was a little different to the norm, the Magician started to push the blade into the side of Steph's container. It met her left breast first, nipping it until the skin broke then gliding easily through her soft flesh. She closed her eyes and saw stars briefly, the pain jolting like an electric shock from her nipples through her pussy to her brain. The blade reached the side of her face. Slicing through its groove at the side of her cheek. She closed her eyes and whimpered as her face was pared away, feeling the blades oh so slow progress behind her eyes and out in front of her hidden right ear. She bit her lip as her right breast met the blade then passed out for a moment or two, pupils rolling up into her eyes before they blinked shut.
The audience cheered hugely as the blade emerged at the far side of the box. The click of latches caused Steph's eyes to blink open just as the Magician and a stage hand lifted what had been the table top sideways and into a stand which held it upright like an old fashioned mirror. Steph's smiled nervously as the front was rotated through 360 degrees, showing to be just millimeters deep and blank wood at the back. There could be no doubt her living smiling face and quivering chest had been peeled from the rest of her trapped body still in the box, including the rest of her head, rather macabre though that thought was.
Steph watched the enormity of her predicament sink into the faces she could make out through the lights. A living face. Living breasts. Mounted onto a board not half an inch thick. As ever the Magician was eager to add miracle to mystery. He slid back the blade which now formed the front of the rest of the box like a sliding door. Many looked away as Steph surveyed the audiences reactions. She smiled, wondering if they really expected the gore her situation would seem to require. In fact she knew that as the blade was removed it would reveal a quite empty box, which the Magician would quickly disassemble to a few flat boards. The rest of her lovely body apparently vanished to the ether.
As the thunderous applause finally diminished the stagehands pushed Steph out into the gangway between the 2 blocks of tables where most of the audience in the club were seated. She smiled and flushed a little, keeping the secret of how being wheeled around helplessly really made her feel and wondering how she could be feeling turned on at all when most of her has ceased to exist. But then she could still hear too. One day she would have to ask how that worked, but usually she was too busy having a good time.
The Magician announced the interval as the lights dimmed. And invited people to wander up and inspect what was left of Steph as they went to refresh their drinks. Steph had been more exposed many times, but this trick always made her feel particularly helpless, more like a piece of furniture than a whole person. As ever she was ashamed of how good she felt as she smiled and chatted to the amazed admirers, encouraging them to squeeze her firm boobs, or flick the small gold rings hanging from her ever stiff nipples.
All too soon from Steph's point of view the interval was over. She was wheeled back up onto the stage area and closed her eyes preparing herself for restoration. Frequently the Magician liked to play a final trick on Steph at this stage but she had a hot date with a new guy tonight so he had agreed to forgo the sting in the tail just this once. Or so Steph thought.
The Magician smiled knowingly as he explained to the audience that Steph's date had called during the interval and asked if it was too late to book a table. Steph's heart sank to her ankles, or would have done, if she had a heart. Or ankles. The Magician added that sadly all the tables in the club were booked, but he had promised Steph's date he would see what he could do. At this point a trolley was wheeled on stage, about table height and with no top.
The audience laughed. Steph was looking genuinely worried and was of course unable to look behind her to see why. She felt herself tilted back and lifted, and ran back through the Magician's patter in her head. She started to protest loudly, but to no avail. The wooden board which now served as all the body she seemed to have was balanced on the frame leaving her staring straight at the ceiling. It was almost twice the length of the trolley, but the Magician had arranged her so her face was near one end. A few seconds work with a jigsaw resulted in a table top the right length and a small trail of sawdust.
Steph groaned through the applause. She had been looking forward to this evening and even though her date had seen the show a couple of weeks ago this wasn't how she had planned to spend their 3rd date. It seemed futile to complain any further and she had to admit she sort of liked this dilemma, it was just the timing that sucked.
To continuing applause she was wheeled down to a spot just in front of the regular tables at the front of the stage. Her date took his seat at the new table with a shy smile and sipped his drink and chatted with his girl while the dance act came on stage. Steph would have loved to be able to wriggle. Her guy seemed to be turned on by her state and she was revelling in the helplessness and attention.

As the club emptied the happy (and often merry ) customers filed out of the lobby. Many stopped to pick up a leaflet scheduling the next few weeks shows, which were arranged on a striking table to one side of the exit, decorated with a smiling face and a very sexy pair of breasts.
Outside in the cold of the night a small van waited to take Steph's date and his new table home.