Quinn took a deep breath . And then another. Matt's offer was both terrifying and a chance of a lifetime. In the end saying yes was inevitable. She had been mad about magic for as long as she could remember and still hoovered up youtube videos and the ever rarer magical item on tv even though she knew how all the classics worked as well as most actual illusionists. But what she had just seen happen to the assistant she had no answer for and that was both exciting her and driving her nuts.

The pretty brown haired girl seemed happy enough even though she was still trapped in a tin can not much larger than a cookie barrel. Matt had wheeled his compressed assistant to one end of the stage and invited audience members up on stage to check that she definitely was real while he did a couple more card tricks to give Quinn time to change.

Which brought Quinn to her current dilemma. Matt had had a stage hand direct her backstage to change. She wasn't entirely sure why she had to change, and now that she was staring at the outfit left for her in the small booth she wan't at all sure she wanted to find out. Actually outfit was overstating things a little. It was a bright red bikini. The smallest one Quinn could imagine. The top was strapless and was more a band that narrowed to a string at the back. The centre part of the front was mesh as if the thing wasnt small enough already. The bottoms were just as skimpy, a barely adequate triangle of fabric and some red string.

Quinn was no prude, but the outfit was smaller than anything she would choose for the beach. Beyond the embarrassment it did trigger another alarm bell deep inside. She liked to consider herself a bright and independent woman and she had always felt  little odd that she was so enthralled by the magician tying up or locking up a pretty girl and the assistant being there for entertainment and decoration or diversion. It was hardly a feminist form of entertainment. Matt's regular assistant sure seemed to be enjoying herself though and Quinn had seen every eye in the house follow her, so maybe it wasn't as one sided as it appeared. She took a deep breath, decided she was thinking way way too much and pulled her tee shirt off.

Lisa smiled and waved from her corner of the stage as the last of the audience members who had come up to say hi and feel her visible parts returned to their seats. Matt had just announced the volunteer's return so the stage lights dimmed a little save for a pool of light displaying Lisa. She almost choked when the lights came back up. Damn that girl was hot. Matt had managed to get her into a barely there bright red bikini and the volunteer looked stunning. 

Foregoing any preamble as usual Matt led Quinn to the centre of the stage where a waist height table was waiting. It had slender legs on casters and the top was a single sheet of polished wood probably only a quarter of an inch thick. 

"First off Quinn, just to confirm you have no idea what is about to unfold and how it will be done ? "

"Not a clue sadly" Quinn replied standing self consciously in the spot light 

"As it should be " Matt grinned. "Well first off can you check this isn't a tricky table. Usually there are odd bits of matt black if you look closely but this is just a single plank of wood "

"No it looks straighforward enough no hidden compartments or dead areas" 

"Then we should begin!"

Lisa wriggled to ease a bit of the pressure in her shoulders and settled in to enjoy the show as best she could. She had a ring side seat as Matt had Quinn sit in the middle of the table then lay back. The table seemed made to measure being barely any taller or wider than the brunette volunteer. Lisa thought that was odd as presumably Matt had expected her to be laying on the table at this stage, and was then annoyed at herself for being surprised.

Matt retrieved a cover and approached the reclined Quinn. It was almost as large as the table, basically a rectangular box that once set down on the table would just cover the shapely volunteer. He directed Quinn to position her feet a little way apart and her wrists up by her neck. As he fitted the box in place it became clear that it incorporated half moon shaped cut outs in the ends for Quinn's ankles wrists and neck.  Once the box was held in place with some clips Matt spun the box around showing the trapped girl from all angles and once again tapped under the bottom of the table. It seemed there were no false compartments in which Quinn could shelter from whatever Matt had planned.

Quinn felt relieved to be covered up but she was more convinced than any on looker that she couldn't go anywhere. Her neck ankles and wrists were held tightly in place, the fit was bordering painful. The box itself was only just high enough for her to fit under, a deep breath causing her chest to brush the top of the box. She wriggled experimentally but she was held tight no doubt.

"How are you doing in there Quinn? " 

"Er ok I guess. I certainly can't move much if thats what you mean ? " Quinn smiled nervously 

Matt didnt reply but instead fetched the next part of the prop leaving Quinn to wave weakly. She supposed she wasnt really surprised when he returned with a trolley holding the classic magicians dividing blades. It was obvious this was going to be some sort of sawing trick but Quinn couldn't for the life of her see how she was meant to pull her feet and legs out of the way. She tugged again but her wrists and ankles were held fast. There was a chuckle from the darkness of the audience as her head snapped the other way at the metallic scrape of a blade being pulled from the trolley. She tugged clenched her fingers and toes involuntarily as Matt banged the sheet of metal to prove its solidity and she watched wide eyes as the blade was lined up carefully with a slot somewhere about chest level.

Quinn was about to protest when she felt the blade press down on to her tender flesh. It was pushing on her chest just at the top of her breasts. She gasped as the pressure increased to a pinch then became quite painful for a split second before she felt it somehow sink accompanied with a gently pleasant feeling like a massage in a place you can never reach. Matt slid a second blade into the same slot and Quinn was puzzled to find she could barely feel that one. The third blade slid in just at the base of Quinns boobs, and this one felt great too after the initial pinch. The box stopped Quinn seeing exactly where the blades were aiming but she found out soon enough. Her mid was racing, could the blades really be going though her, clearly not ..

Lisa watched as a fourth blade quickly followed the third and then a fifth and sixth blade were pressed home through the top of Quinn's hips and she grinned when the final pair were lined up. Quinn thought she was getting used to the feeling but the blade that cut her thighs so high it must have been a cigarette paper from catching the lowest point of her tiny bikini bottom caught her by surprise completely. She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a few seconds before breathing out and glancing back towards the assistant still in the bizarre X shaped display. Perhaps there was more to this being an assistant thing than she had ever guessed .

"So as you can see 8 separate blades which means that our lovely volunteer is actually in 5 completely separate pieces. Quinn you ok in there ? " 

"I think so yes, I felt something odd going on but I can't honestly say I know what " 

"Well I fear the good ladies and gentlemen don't believe you are really divided into five" 

"I er well I . I don't know " 

Matt grinned and grabbed the section of the box between the first two pairs of blades and with no further ado lifted it out of the box and away from the table! Quinn's gasp was audible over the applause. She was sure she had felt movement in the chest area. Matt moved on placing the small box on the floor over by Lisa then taking the second small section formed the second set of blades and placed that at the other side of the stage. Quinn grimaced as he touched her feet then looked around as he revolved the table showing the audience the three remaining boxes were now separated by empty space. Even from a distance it was apparent that the table top was way to thin to hide the missing parts of Quinn within.

Matt tapped the spaces between the three boxes and spun the table once more .

"Usually around this time the magician opens a tiny porthole allowing you all to see a scrap of fabric that is meant to be the assistant still in place  right ? " Matt asked rhetorically. Quinn's face was a picture as she thought through the implications of what Matt had said. Then he was stood by her head fumbling with some of the clips. To huge applause he lifted the box away. The end remained forming a stock holding Quinn's neck and wrists tight in place but from there to the shiny blade at the top of her breasts she was fully exposed.

Lisa could see the swell of her boobs just start before  vanishing into a steel sheet blade. Matt removed the middle box next, revealing the stretch of Quinn from the base of her boobs to top of her hips. The revealed flesh was definitely real, trembling visibly with each breath. Moving too the other end of the table past the second empty space the final section of box soon followed revealing Quinn from the very top of her thighs to the end plate which restrained her ankles.

Lisa had to chuckle as Matt spun Quinn and her table around a couple more times. Matt had designed the trick and the volunteers' costume so that once the strategic small sections of box had been removed, taking the equally strategic small bikini with them, it looked too all the world like Quinn was totally naked albeit with some totally mind bending gaps. While Lisa's mind wandered for a moment to the contents of the boxes Matt was continuing over the now thunderous applause.

"Thank you thank you... thanks. I am sure you can all now see that Quinn has truly been divided. But it does occur to me that the only person without a good view is poor Quinn herself who can probably not see much past the end of the box ? "

Without waiting for an answer Matt ushered on two stage hands carrying a long mirror. "I know I said i don't use mirrors.... but this is just for Quinn."

Quinn look puzzled still trying to sort out exactly what had just happened when she looked across to the mirror behind her. Her jaw dropped and for a second she really thought she might pass out. Her body was indeed displayed quite bare on the table with two parts missing.. the ... the .. the bikini parts. She could see her tummy tremble, the tops of her breasts heave and yet … 

"How . What. Oh my god !"

She looked back across and saw Matt holding a small box. The penny dropped just as he began to shake it grinning evilly. Impossibly Quinn could feel her chest shake violently within a box even though her brain was telling her she was restrained on a table .

"So the million dollar question " Matt asked laying the box back down "How did we do that ? " 

" I really , I . Genuinely I have no idea . Its not possible".

"Folks while i get Lisa here ready for the finale please feel free to wander up and check that Quinn here is real and really in pieces….."


To be continued...