Quinn looked in the mirror one last time. Just checking. As usual her red brown hair was tied in a pony tail, her make up flawless but not too overdone. Her outfit was one of her favorites even though it was extremely brief and she needed assistance to get in or out of it.  It consisted of a soft black leather collar fitted tightly around her neck. A decorative padlock at the back secured a leather strap that ran from the collar right  down her back, between her legs and back up between her bare breasts to another lock at the front. A narrow strap at her hips helped hold everything in place, which was super critical as the strap purporting to cover her modesty was barely half an inch wide. And rubbed in some very interesting places. A pair equally thin straps ran from beneath her shoulder blades. The first ran just under her boobs. The next was an even narrower one across the middle of them. It had a pair of tiny slot through which her nipples had been teased. Each little bud was decorated with a false nipple ring. To the audience it appeared she had had her nipples pierced. It was something she had thought about just because of this outfit but she had not yet plucked up the nerve. Instead the rings were in effect nipple clamps popped in place over the leather strap, both holding things together and fraying her nerves with every move. Aside from some strappy heels that was it. It was daring, sexy and slightly mad. Quinn loved it, which worried her more than she cared to admit. 

Three months in Vegas and Quinn definitely felt she was now a magician's assistant. She still filed some stories and enjoyed her writing more than ever but it was no longer her sole focus, or her main source of income. The shows varied from fairly safe family affairs where standard illusions were just different enough to make people wonder if they really did know how it was done through to shows that were definitely adult only. It was Vegas after all.

Matt introduced her and Quinn strode out boldly, drinking up the reception for her and of course her outfit. She didn't recognise the trick. Although the tamer ones followed a pattern the late night ones tended to be never the same twice. It meant they had a loyal band of regulars in amongst  the tourists and certainly kept things interesting for Quinn. She took a careful bow. It meant the leather between her legs rubbed just as the straps clamped to her nipples pulled. She took a deep breath gave a wave then approached the trick.


It was an odd looking box. In the centre was a vaguely figure of eight shaped frame of tubular metal supported by a single metal leg at the back. Quinn corrected herself as she drew closer. It was vaguely torso shaped. A pair of solid black leg boxes joined the curved "hips" of the frame at an angle, though they didn't reach the floor. Similar boxes left the "shoulders " of the frame giving the human outline a spread eagle appearance. Moments later Matt had invited Quinn to climb in to the strange contraption. 

Quinn paused and took stock. While she kicked off her heels she was trying to decide how best to attempt entering the prop given the nature of her outfit. She went to the back of the "box" and grabbed the shoulders then carefully stepped up onto the frame above the leg boxes. She tried to keep a calm smile despite the rubbing and tugging, For a split second she wished she was wearing a simple bikini. She ducked into the back of the frame and carefully lowered her legs into the boxes until her feet reached their base a foot or so above the floor. The box fitted perfectly, the frame between her legs less than an inch below her leather clad groin. She ducked to pop her head out the top of the frame then finally she twisted to feed in one arm then the other, fighting to suppress a wince as her nipples tugged. She was in, and still in her costume. Held spread eagled, arms and legs hidden by the dark boxes but otherwise fully on view. 

Matt slowly revolved the trick on its platform to show off Quinn's almost naked back. As he completed the turn he opened a small door at the end of each limb box so the audience could see Quinn's hands and feet, which she wiggled obligingly. 

Happy that everyone was satisfied that Quinn was definitely in the box Matt selected a pair of small rectangular blades and with little preamble or warning slammed each in turn through the junction in the box at the top of Quinn's left thigh. Quinn whimpered and bit her lip. That was much too intense to hide, even if she wanted to. In truth she had worked out that from the audience point of view her gasps and whimpers were easily mistaken for shock or even pain so she no longer even tried to hide the effect the blades really had on her. She clenched her fingers, curled her toes and sucked in a big lungful of air. No one wants to see a passive assistant who seems to barely notice she was in a trick Quinn figured.

Matt was either oblivious or happy to pretend not to notice. Quinn was sure it was the latter. She heard a click behind her and then Matt strode forwards holding the black box containing her leg! Quinn could still see her freshly painted toenails as her toes wriggled. Matt walked to the front of the stage and set the box on it's blade covered end, then fetched more blades. Seconds later after another wave of erotic surges Quinn's right leg had joined her left on display at the front of the stage.

Quinn was pretty sure her arms would surely follow and it took Matt only a matter of moments to collect some more blades. He stood behind Quinn and slotted each blade home through her shoulders in turn. Quinn shivered. She could feel a bead of perspiration run down her back. With a flourish Matt pulled away both arms at once, brandishing them over his head before setting those too upright at the front of the stage, each black box sporting a waving hand from the end. 

Matt slowly revolved the box once more displaying Quinn's limbless torso from every angle. As he did he had a waitress lead up a young couple from the second row of tables. Quinn watched helplessly as Matt had them pick up each box in turn and check the hands and feet were real and live, even though they were being held up in mid air. Next they were invited to check out the remains of Quinn. She said hi and happily confirmed she was ok, and that it was ok to touch. What she really wanted to say was that it wasn't just OK, she was desperate for them to!

Finally Matt had them each take an arm box and hold out out in front of them like a sword. Matt did the same with one leg box and had the waitress who was helping pick up the final one. Quinn wondered if Matt had selected her on purpose. She was very cute, had a fabulous Latino figure and had been very curious about the show. Quinn was lost as to where Matt was going but it was beyond surreal to wiggle her fingers and see a hand at the end of a box yards away respond. Some things she would just never get used to. Matt counted down to three and on cue all four people on stage waved their boxes and tapped them on the stage. In that instant Quinn felt a cold shiver go right through her followed by and electric tingle that made her gasp. Each box fell apart opening flat to show that their contents, Quinn's limbs, had vanished without trace. Quinn started and tried to wave her fingers but there was nothing. An eerie dead feeling.. She couldn't feel her arms and legs at all! 

Quinn closed her eyes and exhaled, trying to take stock. She was used to being in pieces, two, three, four or more. But she couldn't remember a sensation like this. Her limbs were gone. She couldn't feel them at all. She opened her eyes and smiled as she was rotated once more and pushed to the very front of the stage. She tried to beam her biggest smile and shimmy a little within her frame not that there was much else she could do. 

She looked from side to side and saw Matt approaching with the cute waitress and his volunteers. It took a second for the penny to drop then she shook her head no. Not much made her nervous any more but the sight of one more box, this one a small cube and another set of blades did the trick. Moments later Matt set the final box over Quinn's head. He flipped the front open and Quinn smiled bravely then the front was flipped shut and Quinn was plunged into darkness once more. The first blade bit into the back of her neck. Quinn wanted to gag as the blade sipped through her throat and then it was home and a second followed. She felt a few moments of what she figured being seasick must be like then the light was back. She smiled again. She was on a small table or the like some ten feet from what was left of her body. Matt was giving that one more spin. Matt led the waitress over and placed the small box and Quinn's head on a tray she was carrying, a strap around her neck supporting it like a old time cigarette girl would carry. 

For the next few minutes Quinn's head was carried around the room. She smiled and said hi as she was showed off to one table after the other. Meanwhile some people were invited up to check out the rest of her still in its frame. Finally she was returned to the stage and set back on the table. Matt closed the hatch and tapped one last time and everything went blank for Quinn as the box fell apart, quite empty.


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Quinn tried to concentrate but she was still freaking out a little. She had no idea how long it had been since Matt had made her head vanish into the ether. She could feel her chest move as she breathed. She had felt the odd touch. She had felt herself moved, maybe down some stairs, something had made her chest jiggle. Then she was left. Somewhere colder it seemed. Robbed of almost all sensory information she just had no clue. If she had to guess she would say she was in the lobby, on display for the leaving guests. But she had no idea really. Matt would restore her, she knew that. But that was about all she did know. A hand cupped her truncated butt, which made her chest move a little. It would be an interesting wait.