"Sadly ladies and gentlemen we are down to the final couple of tricks of the show... " Matt paused to allow for some pantomime booing from the lively club crowd.  " But the good news is those are the big finale where the really fun stuff happens....."

On cue I strode back out onto the stage. I felt a million dollars, even though I was wearing possibly my most outrageous outfit yet. Just putting it on had made me feel... well. A black leather collar fitted tightly around my neck. A decorative padlock at the front secured a leather strap that ran from the collar down my back, between my legs and back up between my breasts to the lock at the front! A narrow strap around my hips helped hold the lower half in place. Higher up a trio of thin straps ran from beneath my shoulder blades. One just under my perky boobs, and even narrower one across the middle of them barely concealing my nipples with the third framing them from above. Apart from the locks holding those in place and some strappy black high heels, that was it. Combined with the light make up and my hair in a pony tail I just loved this look. It felt more naked than naked somehow, like the straps led the eye to the parts of me that were barely covered. And it rubbed in some interesting places too..

"So, to help out with the big finish as it were, we are gonna need a volunteer from the audience, actually two. Quinn, could you see if there is a couple out there that look like they might be up for helping ? "

I hesitated for a nano second. A couple ? Matt had never done that before. Oh well. I had learned enough to know that the only option is to go with the flow so i stepped out into the audience to look for some likely victims. I looked past the attention seekers in the front. Almost right away a couple caught my eye. They were four rows back.  She was a blonde with a cute bob and a playful smile, putting her hand up nervously. He was a decent looking guy but looked a lot less keen,  I could see him thinking about pulling her arm down. I had no idea what Matt had in mind of course, but I couldn't help feel like a little tension might add to the fun. Moments later I was dragging them up on stage, showing no sign of taking no for an answer.

"This is Emma and this is Jake...."

"Great, welcome to the show, Emma and Jake..... Now manners are important even for a magician, so I figure ladies first ... Emma you ready to help with a trick? 

"I guess" . She had a really sexy mix of excitement and shyness going on , I figured I had chosen well .

"First off we need to get you dressed like an assistant, and besides we don't want to risk any damage to your own clothes ... " 

I chuckled at Jake's reaction. I could see him glance from his girlfriend, dressed in jeans a tee shirt and sneakers, to me, and back. The audience laughed too , you didn't have to be an expert in body language to suspect that Jake wasn't too sure about a couple of hundred strangers getting to see more of his pretty partner. Matt was undeterred of course and had me bring out a prop I had seen before, a metal hoop with a tube of cloth attached . I set it on the floor, taking care to wiggle a little as I bent over, I was becoming increasingly shameless, and then took Emma's hand and smiled reassuringly as she stepped in. 

"Ready ? " 

"I guess " 

I bent once more to pick up the hoop and as Matt nodded I lifted it to the pretty blonde's chin,  the cloth covering her as I did. On a count of three I dropped it and stepped back with a small bow. Sure enough Emma was no longer in her casual outfit. Instead her curvy figure was concealed by a black bikini of modest proportions. She blushed and smiled covering her escaping chest with one arm. I had rather hoped that Jake would have lightened up a little, Emma looked hot make no mistake , but he diddn't look impressed. 

"I think you will all agree our Volunteer looks stunning, but it's time to get on and put her in a magic box!"

I walked over to the trick that the stage hands had pushed out. It was a blue horizontal box a little shorted than a person, on wheeled legs. As ever Matt was pretty light on explanations and seconds later I was helping Emma into the box while Matt led Jake to one side of the stage where he would have an uninterrupted view. Whether he wanted it or not I guessed. 

"That's it Emma. Lay back... you will be ok I promise." 

I helped her settle. The box was little wider or deeper than her body. She wriggled a little to get lined up. Unlike a classic sawing box Emma's head stuck out from one end unsupported. Her calves and feet stuck out the other end, and there were a pair of holes in the side of the box around the middle that she could poke her arms out of. As Matt fitted end panels which trapped  the volunteer's neck and legs in turn, then closed the lid I watched Jake with growing interest. Maybe I had messed up. Matt spun the box around on its wheels then had me fetch the first blades. I held them aloft , wiggling as I did, thoroughly enjoying my role as kinky arm candy. The blades were solic and fitted the box exactly. 

"Ready? " Matt asked the blonde as he lined up the first divider with a slot about a third of the way along the box.

"Er.. I can't move.. I am still in here ... Shouldn't I be ... "   Jake took a step forward. I hurried across the stage and grasped him be the hand as Matt pushed the first blade through the box and the girl with a loud thud.

"Arrgh I can feel that ... " 

"No.. Emma !" 

"She will be ok, relax, its magic... " I whispered in my best sultry tone . Matt slid another divider into the same slot. I could see Emma relax, wiggling her fingers experimentally. It was dawning on her something very special was happening. Jake still wanted to interfere, i could feel him tense as Matt selected the third divider. I by him, wrapped my arm around him and squeezed, wriggling my almost naked body against him as I did..." She will be alright ... " 

Matt slid the final divider in, and I walked over and helped him unlatch the box which was now three equal cubes, each with its own legs and wheels. Emma was opening and closing her mouth wordlessly, as if trying to take it all in. 

"Ladies and gentlemen a huge round of applause for Emma , who has been divided into three for your entertainment! 

At this Matt pushed one end of the box with Emma's head projecting from one end towards Jake . At the same time I pushed the cube with a pair of lower legs and feet wiggling frantically at one end the other way towards the side of the stage. Finally I did a three sixty with the remaining section clearly showing a waving arm sticking out of each side. 

"OK Emma, Jake looks worried ... " 

If anything, I figured as I watched he looks angry.

"..... are you ok in there ? "

"Er.. I .... I think so. I mean yeah. But ... Are those my arms... my feet ....ogod they really are ... how .... HOW ?? " 

"Its magic " chuckled Matt "Now, Jake , the second trick ..." 

"Aren't you going to put her back together ? " 

"Of course, later ..... " Matt smiled enigmatically as all three pieces of the cute blonde were wheeled off towards the bar at the side of the room. 

Matt smiled and took my hand as he returned centre stage. Jake followed looking totally lost. Matt had me step into the changing hoop and once more it covered its victim from neck to toe. When I looked down as Matt dropped it I was changed into a black bikini like the one Emma was wearing, if anything briefer. I took a low bow and did a twirl to show off the barely there back to the bikini, but mostly my butt, and then I caught the next trick being wheeled into place out of the corner of my eye.An upright wooden disc. A wheel even. Cuffs. Dents in the paint. Now its was my turn to look nervous. It was the whel of death for a knife throwing trick. 

Matt led me to the prop. I wasn't really listening to his patter, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the wheel, its white and red paint. The chunks missing from its roughly finished surface. I, gulped, kicked off my shoes then turned and stepped up and back onto two little steps on the wheel. 

"Now Jake I need you to come over here and lock these straps around Quinn's rather lovely ankles..."

I took a deep breath as a complete stranger locked me to the wooden wheel. I can't explain why this made me so much more nervous than other tricks. I had been cut divided and stabbed before but this seemed more violent, more visceral. I released the tight leather straps were almost having a calming effect. I wondered not for the first time what was happening to me. Why on earth did being tied up near naked in front of a bunch of strangers feel good. My mind wandered to a few of the things I had seen Lisa do for clients. A few weeks ago I would have been shocked and outraged at the idea that could be me. Now I was more apprehensive. 

Jake had finished with the wrist cuffs too by now, leaving me spreadeagled against the wheel. I could feel the rough wood against the bare skin of my ass and back. Matt never ceased to surprise me and this time he did so by handing Jake one more restraint. There was a laugh from the audience as they realised what it was and saw my reaction. A ball gag. Really. I opened wide after just a moments hesitation and bent my head forward so Jake could fasten the damn thing. As i leaned back I felt Matt reach behind. The back of the gag was locked to the board, I was well and truly immobilized.

I watched helplessly as Matt led Jake back across the stage. 

"Now Jake as you have done all the hard work how would you like a go at the fun part? "

I had no idea what on earth Matt could mean until he handed the volunteer a long slender blade and grinned. What the ? No way... this was a knife throwing act. An act of skill and  bravery not a trick for a bystander to pass things for . I tried to yell no around the gag. 

"Seriously dude? I have never... " 

"It will be ok, and besides it was Quinn who chose your Emma for that ... " 

All eyes went across the room to the bar. Emma remained in her box in three pieces, She had drawn quite a crowd, many of whom were clearly keen to check she was real. The box with her legs sticking out was in once corner stacked full of empty glasses. 

"OK what the hell.." Jake shrugged and took the knife by the point , testing its weight. I couldn't look. He lined up a throw. I only opened my eyes after there was a loud thud. The narrow knife was shaking, buring in the wood a foot or so from my left hand, near the edge of the wheel. 

"Cool, try again ... " 

I closed my eyes again. I couldn't quite believe this. The guy I had pissed off by picking his hot girlfriend for a trick i still felt she wanted to be a part of was throwing knives at me. Rationally I must have known deep down this was a trick, but I can tell it did not feel like that at the time. The second knife buried itself into the target above my head. This was getting a bit close for comfort. 

Matt grinned and produced a whole bucket of the evil looking blades from under the table he was at. I moaned around the gag and pulled against the cuffs, arching my back. The next blade thudded home between my feet. I had no idea if Jake was getting brave or lucky, but I was beginning to suspect Matt was doing more than passing knives. I wriggled some more as a knife flew into the wood above my left shoulder. Something about the damsel in distress situation was taking over, i wriggled my hips some more and as the next knife landed by my left knee I wasn't at all sure I didn't flinch towards it rather than away.

Thud. That one was close by my ear. 

Thud. My waist. getting closer all the time.

Thud. I gasped around the gag. I had felt that one. Not just felt the vibrations of the wood, but felt the cold steel slide against my chest, under my right arm. I had barely had a chance to look down when another thud signaled another new arrival on the left side, only then did I realize just how close they had got. My bikini top flopped uselessly, both side strings cut by the last two knives.

I have to confess by now I was beyond blushing, I rather enjoyed the reaction of the crowd and even managed to smile as the next blade thumped home right by my ear. 

Thud. Another hit by my shoulders. left and then right. No surprise that my bikini top was now ruined, falling down my glistening chest to the floor. In the pause for the applause for this most dangerous of striptease acts I caught Jake's eye for a fleeting second. He looked a little shocked, a little exhilarated, but mostly determined. I wondered for a second what was really happening. 

"OK folks now that Jake here has his eye in, lets make this a little more interesting...."

Matt strode towards me and gave the wheel a big tug, and I was spinning. It's the strangest sensation. A fairground ride turned up to 11. I tried to lock my eyes on one spot,  I remembered that's what dancers were taught to do. I picked Jake, straight ahead. So I could see him select another knife. Time slowed. Looking back I would swear I could see the knife hurtle towards me, end over end, in slow motion. Damn this one looked close. I arched my back, breathing in, pulling hard on the cuffs. I must have been quite a site as I slowly spun. Then. FUCK. The blade caught me in the belly, right through the navel. For the tiniest of fractions of a second I thought I would die, stabbing pain threatening to overwhelm me. Then it changed to a wave of pleasure. I cried out around the gag. I could here the audience gasp, a few screams. 

There was no let up as I rotated slowly. Thud. A blade skewered the palm of my hand. Thunk. Then the other. I could barely tell which was which by now. Still the blades came. Left thigh, then right. I cried out louder. Audience forgotten about. there was just me, the blur of the room spinning, the blades, and then another tidal wave of pleasure as perhaps inevitably the next blade sunk deep into my left breast. I think I came then, crying out, I guess maybe the audience thought I was dying, the gag made it hard to be understood but did nothing to stop my screaming. Another blade another breast another scream. 

Matt slowed the wheel with his hand . I came to rest with my head at about 4 o'clock. Slowly he rotated me back upright. I looked down at myself. Surrounded by knives, impaled by more. Almost naked, skin glistening with perspiration. breathing hard around the gag.

"Wave Quinn, show the good folks you are ok."

I smiled weakly and wiggled my fingers as best I could with a knife sticking out of each hand. Matt took a bow over the thunderous applause. jake smiled sheepishly, finally enjoying being part of the show it seemed. 

"Seems a shame to waste these though... " Matt chuckled. he spun on a dime and launched another knife. I flinched and coughed as it went right through the wretched ball gag and pinned my head to the board. In the time it took me to  blink he had produced an axe. It looked big, heavy, spiteful. An instant later it too was flying towards me, spinning slowly end over end. I tracked it , till finally it landed. It slammed between my legs, slicing me from pussy to hip, shredding my bikini bottom in the process. I saw stars, and passed out after a final shuddering explosion of pleasure.