"Maise"

"Maisie... its Biggs on the phone, he wants to talk a deal".

Maisie snatched the phone from the agent and took a deep breath. Quinn listened intently. She was doing her best to keep calm. Rationally it seemed dumb to worry about being hurt now. After all she was cut into three pieces anyway. What else could they do her that would cause her actual harm. But it was proving tough to be that rational. 

"...... we can't even think about that. It's not how we work and you know it. Yes the insurance company might see it differently but they aren't running this the FBI are." Maisie gave the phone back. "He hung up"

"What did he want? " Matt asked calmly. 

"They want us to send in the rest of Quinn, so they can restore her. They want to take her somewhere to retrieve the smaller diamonds from her... from her body, and will leave the Pink Orchid. The smaller diamonds and free passage are their price it seems. They will release all of Quinn once they are safe."

"Where are they ?" 

"Seems they have barricaded themselves into one to the store rooms at the back of the theatre area. "

Matt looked thoughtful. 

"Do it ? " 

Everyone looked around at the newcomer. 

"Desmond Knight, ACE Insurance Recovery. My client is very keen to get that diamond back. Do the deal".

"Its hardly your call to make now is it? "

"Do it" . Quinn picked that moment to chime in. Her mind was racing. She was sure that the magic would protect her even if things got a little uncomfortable. But she felt guilty, this mess was a direct result of her ambitions. Now Matt was looking sheepish, diamonds were missing and law enforcement officers were being put at risk. She was responsible she would have to fix it. Besides, she might get something more juicy for her story. 

Everyone looked at Quinn. 

"It's not your call either" Maisie sounded pissed off. 

"Well I can't very well stay like this forever. And I am already in bits. I want my body back, he wants his big rock in back and I am sure it will be possible to track the smaller diamonds and get your hands on Biggs later. What other options are there ? A shoot out in the middle of the strip ? "

Maisie put her head in her hands and sighed. This was going to be a nightmare to write up. But the magic girl was right she really didn't want to be the agent who opted for a gunfight in a busy casino and if she had survived having her head and legs cut off she had to assume they couldn't do too much to harm Quinn. 

"Make the call". 

Quinn tried to listen but Maisie had wandered too far away. It was maddening being so helpless. At that moment she cried out and bit her lip, her legs began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Quinn Quinn are you ok?" Sheena and Matt hurried over. Quinn composed herself.

"Yeah, I am ok"

"What just happened ? " Sheena asked.

"I asked for proof they still had the rest of Quinn, unharmed.." Maisie had come over too.

"Its OK, I'm OK. The bastards were tickling me with a feather I think. I am not going to say where..." Quinn blushed.


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"I still don't like this".

"We know".

Maisie looked around the room. Armed cops still had the access to the storage area covered. She knew that outside the building was surrounded and a pair of mini vans were parked by the loading bay with the keys in the ignition ready to take Biggs and his gang away once the deal had been made. Quinn's head and legs were on a room service trolley which Sheena had volunteered to push through the doors and into the store room. 

"Sheena you don't have to do this" 

" I know, but I will. The demand was for a female officer with no gun or radio. We have to break the stalemate, the longer this goes on the less likely it is to end well. They want the diamonds not manhunt for killing an agent."

"God I hope you are right. So you go through the doors. Hand over , er, the bits of, er, Quinn. They leave you with the big rock, take Quinn to the agreed jewellers to get the smaller stones removed from her, her, er from her. They get free passage to the airport and leave Quinn there. So much to go wrong." 


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Sheena stripped of her jacket , body armour fire arm and radio and handed them over to Maisie. She took a deep breath and looked at Quinn. 

"Ready?" 

"I am in no hurry to spend the rest of my life like this so yes".  In truth Quinn was terrified, but wasn't sure there was any other plan that didn't put more people at risk. She feared that the longer things dragged on the more people would get involved and the longer it would be before she saw the rest of herself. Plus she still couldn't help hoping she might get the story of a lifetime. 

Sheena took a deep breath. The trolley squeaked incongruously as she was let through the stage doors. She followed a bare concrete corridor along for a hundred yards or so then banged on a roller door. It was hosted up and with a final glance over her shoulder she wheeled Quinn into the dimly lit room. 

"Ironic huh? "

Biggs and his gang had wound up hiding in the large store room that was used to store the magic act props. There were odd looking boxes cabinets and more scattered about, as well as rails of costumes and the like. At the far end was a door a loading bay which Quinn guessed was what had led them this way. Much to her relief Quinn spotted her naked torso still in its box near the door.

"We tried to pull or cut the rings off but they wouldn't budge" Biggs looked very agitated. "You left us no choice , we want out of here and we don't want to be going empty handed. 

Sheena tried to take control of the situation. 

"We understand, that's fine. Just follow the plan and you will get what you want an no one will be hurt.." 

"Stop talking crap, you know as well as I do that as soon as it's safe your boss will try and double cross us."

"She won't, she will follo...."

"Shut it, I don't trust no cops, not ever. I need more insurance. Say you, head girl. Do all these magic tricks work like that one you were in".

"I, I I have no idea, I don't do the magic I just get in the boxes". 

Quinn looked around. There were a dozen or more tricks and bits of tricks dotted around. Matt liked to use a different combination to keep the show fresh. But she had no idea why Biggs was suddenly interested in the details of a magic show at a time like this. 

"What does that one do? " 

"Saws a girl into two, like on the tv? "

"And that one ?" 

Quinn explained the tricks in turn, most variations on classics with Matt's special twists. Five part mismade, compressed, bed of nails, levitation, head mover, vertical sawing and more were all there. 

Biggs was looking around the room wild eyed. Quinn wondered if he had taken something. He was red facd and sweating, looking from one end of the room to the other, then at something on his phone. Quinn had a very bad feeling things were not going to go to Maisie's plan. 

"OK, OK. This is how its going to play out. We need to get you to someone who can get these fucking things out... "

Quinn yelped as Biggs tugged hard on a nipple ring.

"..... and there is no way we are giving back the big beast .."

There it was, Quinn was trying to figure out just how Biggs expected to get away with the double cross. Biggs picked up a revolver and waved it at Sheena, who was looking very nervous. 

"You, strip."

"What? No way! What are you a perv as well as a felon?"

"STRIP" Biggs took aim, while reaching back with his free hand to grab and twist one of Quinn's nipple rings again. Quinn yelped. Sheena took a deep breath, looking Quinn in the eye. She looked scared for the first time Quinn decided. Sheena knelt to undo her boots and kicked them off then unbuttoned her black shirt and wriggled out of her combat pants, leaving her stood in front of Biggs in a sports bra and plain white panties, hands on hips, doing her best to look defiant.

" I said STRIP , bitch, all off NOW".

Sheena shuddered, she could feel the eyes on her. Quinn thought she could see a tear in the corner of her eye as Sheena unclasped her bra then finally wriggled out of her panties. 

"Over here.."

Quinn watched with horror as Biggs half led half dragged the panic stricken agent towards the vertical sawing trick. Quinn guessed Sheena had no idea what it was. In a way she hoped. Quinn was a totally helpless spectator as Biggs fumbled his way through the preparation for the trick. He opened a pair of upright doors on the front of  the tall narrow box and bundled Sheena into place. Her hands were visible out of holes in the sides of the trick, her feet at the bottom of the doors and her terrified face through a cut out near the top. 

"It will be OK .." Quinn tried to sound soothing, although in truth she had no idea if the trick would work without Matt. Biggs clearly assumed it would but Quinn wan't totally sure that Sheena was about to suffer a terrible end. She wasn't even sure that Biggs cared. Biggs had two of his heavies bring a long blade over. With a clumsiness that made Quinn appreciate the artistry that went in to his effortless understated style.With a loud grunt Biggs hefted the blade struggling to lin it up with the vertical slot between the doors to Sheena's box.

"It wil be OK  ".. Quinn repeated as she watched on utterly helpless. She could see Sheena sob. She was begging now, clearly convinced the blade was about to end her life. Quinn could imagine the blade making contact with the terrified agent. As the blade scraped into place, the first touch on her nose, her forehead. The flash of pain as it broke the skin on her face, her chest. She watched intently and almost cried out in relief as the look on Sheena's face changed. Pain making way to shock then something else, confusion, guilt maybe then a sort of spaced out look as the wave of pleasure followed even as the blade separated her into two. Biggs added the second blade quickly then took hold of each side of the box and shoved, sending the two halves of Sheena several feet to each side. Quinn guessed that Sheena probably felt like she needed to throw up as her point of view changed in a bizarre un natural way. But at least the magic had held and she was alive. 

Biggs opened the door to the left hand box, exposing one half of Sheena's naked body. She looked so freaky, terminating in a line from forehead through her nose and down her chest past one bare breast to her neatly trimmed pussy. He lifted the body half and laid it cut side down on the trolley Quinn herself had been pushed in on.  Quinn knew Sheena would be feeling scared, dizzy, sick even and quite helpless. She would be able to move her arms and legs but not talk, her throat was in two parts. 

While Quinn watched two of the other guys open the other box and bundle Sheena's right hand side into a large black holdall Biggs gathered together the box containing her torso and the leg and head boxes. Moments later she was staggering free of the trick, restored.  She felt more than a little self conscious, naked amongst Biggs and his heavies. The piercings felt heavy on her as she moved.

"You won't get away with this."

"With what, exactly ? " 

"With whatever the ..."

Quinn was cut off as she saw two more of the mobsters approaching with another trick. She looked to the half of Sheena on the trolley then back to Biggs and for a moment thought about trying to run. Except there was nowhere to run to, and everyone else had a gun. 

"No, no no not that no..."

Biggs grabbed Quinns left arm and dragged her forwards, then shoved her toward the trick. He brandished his gun.

"Get in". 

"I , no , please anything but the... no no" .

Biggs levelled the gun at Quinn's chest. She didn't know if a bullet could hurt her or not now that she had been restored. She had felt safer in pieces in a way. So with one more defeated look at the stricken shape of Sheena, who was watching one eyed, Quinn stepped up onto the disc at the base of the trick. She was scared. She looked up to the underside of a matching disc. Then over her shoulder to the struts and rams that did the work. The disc compressor was the one of Matt's crazy machines she had not been in. She had seen Matt use it on the others. Sometimes as part of a show and sometimes back stage for fun. But there was something about it that she just did not fancy. And now she was going to find out if she was right to dread it. 

"Open wide"

Quinn opened her mouth before she had realised what she had done. Biggs took the purple orchid and rammed the diamond in behind Quinns teeth. It was huge, she couldnt seem to open her jaw wide enough to spit it out and it was way too big to swallow. Biggs pressed a button and a tubular curtain dropped down to the base, covering Quinn bar a cut out for her face. When Biggs pressed another button Quinn became sure he had seen the show before. He seemed to know his way around the props. She felt a gentle vibration and knew that the disc she was standing on would be starting to rise just as the one above her head would be sinking. 

At first she felt normal enough. No breaking of bones or the like. She felt a warm wave pass over her. She could feel her chin press into her chest as if she was ducking down. Her legs felt stiff and then she realised she couldn't feel her knees. The machine continued on its slow journey, she could tell her point of view was getting lower. The heat increased and was joined by an erotic tingle. Something brushed her hips, and with a horrified fascination she realised it was her toes. As the machine pressed on it became harder and harder for Quinn to tell what was happening. More and more parts of her seemed to touch each other, parts that had no business coming together. Breasts rubbed against her back, thighs with her neck. Finally the tingle was more of a shock. She felt as if every last part of her was on fire with sexual tension. The curtain concealing her was now barely taller than her face. The discs carried on relentlessly on their journey towards each other. The little cut out folded up on itself and everything went black. Quinn could feel the diamonds bite into her. Her breasts seemed to be everywhere, her whole body was alive with sexual energy. It was terrifying and thrilling. She knew that she should be ashamed. This was no time for what felt like it might be the mightiest orgasm of her life to take over. She was sure she ought to fight it, but it was so close. And then everything stopped.

Biggs pressed another button and the machine opened part way. He reached in cautiously and picked up a disc maybe six inches across and a little thicker than a cd. On one side was an impression of Quinn's face, diamond still gagging her. On the other her feet, with a pink glint between them. 

Quinn found she could not see a thing, but could still hear and more to the point she could feel every touch. And each touch felt wonderful, as if it might be the touch that would push her over the edge of the erotic cliff she felt on the edge of. It was intense and scary. She had no idea why the other assistants would volunteer to be kept like this for fun. She felt fingers stroking her, maybe she did.

"OK tell the FBI bitch we are going out to the cars. No one to interfere if they want the casino girl or the agent bitch back in one piece.... Joey stick this in that envelope and address it to our bar in Baku. They will never find her in the mail system abroad and we can collect the diamonds when the heat is off. Slick, take the bag with us, we will leave the other half of that agent bitch hereto show we are serious. That should slow them down a bit.”


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Maisie dashed into the store room as the two mini vans roared off. She would try and have them followed of course. But of Quinn and the diamonds there was no sign. She rushed over to the remaining half of her agent in horror. Sheena”s left hand side was laying cut side down on a bench.

"Sheena, Sheena, what the fuck have they done to you... Boyd, cover her up NOW. “