The light glistened appealingly off the curve of Steph's mirror sequined bikini top. And she knew it. Squinting out past the bright stage lights she felt the familiar thrill that the knowledge she was the center of attention for almost all the male audience always brought. She hoped she caught the eye of a few of the girls too.
A glint in the corner of her eye. She glanced across without breaking the seductive pose she had struck center stage to confirm the cabinet for the next illusion had been wheeled into place. She took smiled and walked slowly towards the upright magic box, the boards of the stage floor rough under her bare feet.
The Magician was showing the enthralled audience the box. It was about 6 feet high and probably a little less than 2 feet wide and deep. It looked pretty traditional with the silver outline of a lady painted onto its black lacquered four-part front. Steph smiled as she walked around the box, breasts rising and falling just a little faster as she felt the anticipation grow.
As all 4 front sections of the box were flipped open, Steph stepped back and in. It was custom made to fit her statuesque figure and she knew she filled it quite splendidly. She shuffled her bare feet to the sides and the magician knelt to fit heavy stainless steel manacles around her ankles. His hands wandered teasingly up her long tanned legs, making her thighs quiver as he reached her mirrored and impossibly brief g-string. She moved her hands slowly to the sides of the box at shoulder height, where she knew without looking more of the shining bonds awaited her wrists.
Once secured Steph watched with a confident smile as two men are plucked from the audience. Each is handed a "magic marker" and the older guy blushes as he signs his name on her calf and across her navel, making her taught tummy twitch. The younger volunteer wears a disbelieving grin as he adds his moniker to the top of her thigh and in the gap between her thinly veiled breasts.
Body marked and bonds checked Steph closed her eyes. The flipping closed of each of the four doors caused a welcome cooling breeze, and she smiled one last time and waved her trapped hands as she was plunged into darkness. The walls of the box muffled the sound more than a little. That didn't matter, Steph knew the patter off by heart. She visualized the oohs and arrhs from the audience as the heavy metal trolley carrying the 6 big blades and the gasps as the blades were demonstrated to be quite real by slicing through apples.
A soft scrape, and a glint of metal at about knee level as the blade caught a little of the light leaking into the otherwise dark box. Steph winced. The keen edge of the blade met her leg just above the knee. This bit always hurt. Like hell in fact. She bit her lip as she heard a groan of effort from just outside the box then the scrape of the blade being shoved through her legs.
Her whole body shuddered. She would never get used to this sensation, right on the knife-edge of pleasure and pain. She gulped in a lungful of air. Clenched her fists and let out the breath through her teeth. The second blade into he same slot was quite different, more of a remote tickle. Still breathing deeply she watched the edge of the third blade wriggle into her line of space, pausing for just a second against her navel. She could feel it start to break the skin and winced once more. Then her legs almost failed her as it was driven steadily through her torso, waves of intense almost orgasmic sensations shooting up and down her body.
Breathing heavily now the second blade through her waist passed almost unnoticed. She braced herself for the cutting of her neck. Scrape. She gulped and felt the front of her neck scrape against the waiting blade. She clenched her hands, not wanting a finger to stray too high. Then another orgasmic assault, this time coupled with the eerie suffocating feeling which always accompanied the severing of her windpipe. As always it passed but Steph never got used to it. The final blade of the set slid through her severed neck and she was once more in four parts.
A few deep breaths as Steph composed herself. Outside the audience was treated to a view of the blades poking through the back of the box, while Steph tried to flick her short hair back into place and concentrated on unclenching her fingers and toes and fixing a more relaxed smile. The bottom box is flicked open and bright light floods into the box. Her thighs and hips are revealed even as she waved her toes. She gave the statutory hip wiggle as the next door was opened to reveal her breasts. An observer with a seat closer than anyone in the crowd might have noticed they had a slight extra sheen of perspiration, although the subtle dusting of glitter she had applied to her cleavage camouflaged the clue to her excitement well.
She smiled as her face was revealed. Now the real fun began. Its clearly impossible that she has been divided into 4 and yet be living and gore free, yet that was the line the Magician was selling. Steph scanned the audience like she always did. Drinking up the admiring looks, watching individual reactions. The adult show always drew a knowing, cynical bunch and she could see the expectations writ large on their faces. Doors closed. Reshuffle. Feigned accidental muddle. All so predictable, so Magic's Secrets Revealed.
Yet in truth there was more, so much more to come.
Four small tables were wheeled out and positioned along the very front of the stage. Each on very thin legs with a top a little less than 2 feet square. Steph squirmed and wriggled in anticipation. The audience get ready for the inevitable division. What they didn't expect was for the magician to unclip each of the four doors. To explain that this was in fact no illusion. And definitely not for him to lift the top box holding Steph's clearly visible head and smiling face from the top of the stack and carry it fifteen feet forward and set it on the waist height table stage center. She smiled. Mouthed hello as she caught a few eyes in the front rows, and tried not to laugh as jaws hit laps.
Her fine chest was moved just as casually to the far left table, hands flexing and waving all the way. Her hips were displayed to the right and her feet quickly completed the display some 10 feet left of her head. Steph wiggled and shimmied as best she could. Fingers and toes curls, thighs flexed and breasts swayed. How could the parts not be real? The Magician expressed his concern that there may still be some non believers, and that more proof was needed.
The volunteers from before were invited back up on stage, and closely inspected the trails of magic marker. Then were asked to do more. Fingers brushed the top of Steph's toes. She couldn't see whose as the sides of the box and limited remaining neck movement conspired to rob her of most peripheral vision. Which mean she had no idea whose hand brushed her thigh, slipping along the hem of her skintight g-string. Or who rather inexpertly copped a feel of her left breast. Voices confirmed the parts in question were indeed real. Steph mentally added and gorgeous. Steph flushed a little. An exhibitionist to the last, she was in heaven.
The Magician wondered out loud if the audience wanted to see more. Over the thunderous YES that greeted this he winked theatrically and offered his two temporary helpers scissors. Steph's mouth gaped in horror, she shrieked no, and shook her head as best she could. To loud laughter her head box was closed and the younger guy led to identical box in which her chest nestled. Three snips later and the bikini top drops softly to the base of the box. Steph's breasts are revealed. Round and perfect, no sign of a tan line, and a small golden ring piercing each nipple. Her hands wriggle expressively but the manacles prevented them protecting her feigned modesty.
Fifty feet away across the stage the second helper needed only two snips to cut the side ties of the g string. He pulled the remains away from the box, the string back being pulled through Steph's truncated legs. Her pussy was just as evenly tanned, waxed to smooth perfection and decorated with a small but unintelligible tattoo just above her clit.
Steph's wriggling and posing help to prolong the applause and wolf whistles. Her face was revealed once more and she feigned anger for just a second before letting a resigned smile take over her face. To the huge delight of the crowd there is more. A stage hand took each of the three boxes containing body parts and passed them out into the crowd, who are invited to pass them around, touch feel prod and examine in anyway they see fit.
This was Steph's favorite part. She was touched, tickled, felt up, poked and prodded by any number of faceless strangers and she did little to hide the charge this gave her. She felt her nipples stiffen as the passed along they back row even while a particularly fat guy in row 2 found to his disappointment that she was not blessed (or cursed) with ticklish feet. She shivered, bit her lower lip, rolled her eyes and generally did almost nothing to disguise she was enjoying it at least as much as the paying audience. Closing her eyes for a second as a finger is run bravely through her labia, she reflected that she had the best job in the world.
All 3 boxes were replaced on their stands along the stage. Steph smiled although she would rather the last segment of the act went on a little longer herself. Ok, she admitted to herself, I am a slut. And now came the twist. She hated this. Or did she love it? Every adult show the Magician liked to play a little trick on her, and she waited with a mixture of dread and anticipation that was becoming worryingly addictive for this months misadventure to unfold. She couldn't see the mismade illusion gave him all that much scope.
The younger volunteer was invited back on stage, and asked if he would like to help some more. He agreed without hesitation of course. The Magician explained his beautiful assistant had no idea what would happen next and was quite likely not to like it, but that that was all part of the fun. Steph rolled her eyes on cue. Standing behind Steph's head the Magician asked the man to fill his home address in on three labels, which he did using the top of the head box as a table. Steph was impatient for some action and all four sets of body language underlined this. Foot tapping, head shaking, and a rather disconnected shrug.
As the labels were completed stagehands brought three more boxes out on stage. They appeared similar in size to those containing Steph but rather less theatrical and more industrial in appearance. Steph's genuine confusion was written all over her face, and only grew as each of her body segments in turn was lowered into one of the new crates, and the crates sealed with catches, a padlock and straps.
The Magician now explained the depths of Steph's predicament. The young man would take the remaining box and of course Steph's head home. Steph shook her head vigorously no and looked up at the roof of the box pleadingly. One label was stuck carefully to each crate. The Magician explained they were mailing labels, and that each box would be sent to the lucky helper at his home address. Steph screamed NO…. By different courier companies.... Steph started to beg. Plead.. This was too much. No way, what if a box was lost? All the while she felt her rock hard nipples throb around their golden rings, and felt a warm slickness spread over her silk smooth labia. She would kill the Magician, or did she love his wicked mind?
The Magician as ever ignored her complaints and moved to end them. He draped a cloth over the front of the box from where she peered out. Pulled it away. Steph moaned loudly, she didn't have much choice her mouth was filled with a large ring gag, cranking her jaw open uncomfortably and preventing her from saying anything even vaguely intelligible. Without much further ado the Magician gave Steph's new keeper a telephone number to call once all 3 boxes had been delivered and showed him back to his seat, carrying his precious prize.
The curtain fell to huge applause