Lisa smiled inside as she watched Matt assemble her a body. He had chosen long legs, slender hips and the chest section that whilst generously curvy wasn't quite as over the top as some of the options. It was a set she felt was close to her old self. She couldn't do much more than smile on the inside, her head was still on the shelf and for now she was still nothing more than a mannequin being assembled from a stock of parts to suit whatever magical mayhem Matt had in mind for her.

"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome on stage Matt and Lisaaaaaaaaa !!"

Lisa strode out into the spotlights alongside Matt. It was a big theatre by the looks of it. She took a bow feeling great in tonight's outfit, both sexy and festive. She was wearing some wonderful red lingerie, a lacy bra , matching thong, suspender belt and red stockings all finished off with some killer red heels. A festive flavour was added by a red shrug with white fur trim. She felt sensational.

She did a twirl for the audience as Matt pushed out the prop for their trick. It was a metal table maybe six feet long and perhaps two feet wide. The table top was shiny stainless steel, only an inch or so thick and clearly had no Matt black panels or suspicious thick bits to assist in an illusion. It rested on eight slender legs and a join in the middle and some catches strongly suggested it would soon be in two pieces soon.

After dozens of shows being as in the dark as the audience Lisa was now pretty adept at following Matt's cues smoothly and without hesitation. So she elegantly twirled and slipped off her shawl when directed to huge applause and more than a few whistles. Facing the audience she stood on tip toes and slid her almost bare bum onto the smooth cold surface of the table. Keeping her toes together she  shuffled back a little then spun herself round elegantly so she could lie down. The steel was cool and hard but she smiled winningly.

Pausing only to get her shoulders comfortable and arrange her golden brown locks Lisa waved to the audience as Matt prepared the next part of the prop. It seemed to be a heavy semi circular disc which had three half round cut outs on the flat side. Matt had Lisa move her wrists up by her neck and locked the piece into place forming a kind of stock to keep her hands and neck secured. As Matt rotated the table demonstrating to the audience the holes were to small to allow any escape Lisa found she wasn't listening. Her heart was beating fast and she had to supress the urge to squirm with excitement, the anticipation of impending magic taking over.

Even after all this time of working as a magician's assistant, if that was what she was now, Lisa still couldn't really rationalise what made her love it so. The attention, the outfits, the lack of outfits. Being helpless, out of control, tricked, manipulated. All had a part to play. Some of the things she had done, had done to her, she should be appalled. And yet somehow she loved every minute.

A cool hard surface pressing on her ankles interrupted Lisa's musings, Matt had locked a similar metal panel in place at the base of the table locking her feet solidly in place. A final pair of the metal pieces fitted adjacent to each other over her waist and at the join in the table completed the first part of Matt's preparations. She had to breathe in a little to let the snug fitting cut outs slide home to lock into thier position just above her flimsy thong. Another revolution of the table followed with Lisa smiling and waving, then she watched locked down and helpless in her gossamer threads of lace as Matt selected 4 volunteers from the crowd. Unusually they were all men. Hunky ones at that, in fact  as Matt's banter continued it turned out they were all local firefighters.

Lisa waved some more as Matt spun the table one more time, then undid the clips holding the table together. Lisa was just wondering what Matt was going to use to do the sawing this time when something he said made her listen more carefully.

"..... all agree that Lisa is a real christmas cracker, especially in that outfit. And however good your cracker looks, at the end of the day you just want to pull it"

Lisa felt her mouth open involuntarily. She had been sliced and diced many ways but surely Matt couldn't be intending what she was thinking? But sure enough a thick rope was attached to the table at each end and as Matt had each pair of musclebound volunteers take up the slack Lisa could feel a strain on her neck, wrists and ankles. Soon Matt was urging the guys to pull harder. Lisa moaned and coughed as the load on her neck in particular became uncomfortable. She felt like she was being stretched on a medieval rack, her back barely touching the metal surface of the table. She could only guess her waving and protestations appeared amusing to the audience as they shouted and cheered urging the volunteers to pull harder. Of course Lisa knew that she was protected by Matt's magic but this was a very unsettling feeling a world away from the erotic caress of a magical blade.

The crowd was now full into the impromptu tug of war with the cheering and applause getting ever louder. For her part Lisa did feel like she was about the be torn apart but  Lisa felt sure it would be her neck, wrists and ankles that succumbed to the constant pulling rather than her waist.

Lisa gasped loudly as the pressure on her limbs was replaced with an amazing surge of sensation through the middle of her body, from her barely covered chest to her toes. The gap in the centre of the table seemed to be getting bigger under the small of her back and she could feel the two parts of the table twist and rock under the load. She shrieked as the feelings intensified a wave a pleasure that was almost unbearable. At the same instant there was a loud crack and she was drowned out by cheers, applause and laughter as the audience saw a bright flash and then a blizzard of glitter fell all around from the ceiling of the theatre. More laughs followed as both pairs of volunteers landed on their butts as the resistance to their muscular efforts suddenly evaporated. 

A second wave of applause echoed round the venue as the smoke and glitter cleared and it became clear that Lisa was still locked tight to her table but now apparently in two parts some twenty feet apart. Lisa was rather pleased that Matt wasted no time in having his very willing volunteers check everything was as it seemed. Soon they were looking and indeed feeling under and over each part of the table, wandering hands checking the bound and separated beauty was very real and very much alive. Each half of the table was wheeled from side to side and spun around, showing off Lisa's divided form, covered only by her red lingerie and a metal plate now covering where the torn parts would be.

Matt took a bow and strode off leaving Lisa to smile and wave as two volunteers wheeled her lower half of stage left whilst the others took her head and upper body to the right....