Quinn suspected that Katie really hadn’t realised just what had happened yet . She knew from experience that from within the head box the pretty volunteer would only be able to see broadly forwards and the table with her body was behind and to the right.
“How do you feel Katie ?”
“OK I guess, a little weird being all tied up in front of everyone, wondering what the trick will feel like and I am a bit freaked out about being touc… “
Matt smiled and closed the front of the head box . Quinn was laid on her side on the top of the table, her thigh pretty much where Katie’s head should be. She reached down on stroked one of the volunteers small breasts. Katie trembled her hands flapping helplessly in the cuffs and Quinn could hear the jingle of the chain between the clamps she had applied.
“Sam are you OK with Katie staying with us a little longer?”
“Sure,, I guess” Sam looked anything but sure but could feel the pressure of a couple of hundred people watching .
Quinn slid to her feet and pushed the headless body of Katie to one side of the stage. Matt picked the small head box up from its stand and handed it to Sam, who grasped it to his chest gingerly. Before Quinn led Sam back to his seat he opened the box one more time. There were huge cheers as the head of Katie was revealed once more. Wide eyed with shock as she now sported a tightly fitting ring gag forcing her mouth wide open. The confusion was clear to see on her face as Sam carried her back to their table, and when she was sat down on it and could see her body still up on stage for the first time she looked utterly stunned, wide eyed hands waving frantically.
Attention turned back to the stage as the showgirls returned pushing out the next trick. Quinn gulped . An upright box just big enough to hold a person. Her. It was was mounted on a wheeled platform that you could see under and got slightly wider from base to about three quarters of the way up before narrowing at the shoulders with an integral smaller head box on top . It didn’t seem to have a front , but the back was perforated with a lot of small holes.
Matt beckoned Quinn closer. One of the showgirls returned carrying a tray. The other ushered up another couple from the audience. A big guy who clearly worked out a lot, arms rippling in his tee shirt, and his partner whose white crop top contrasted with her ebony skin. Quinn noticed the girl stare nervously at the two parts of Katie on her way.
“Alan can you make a start with these ..” Taking something from the tray Matt had the guy lock a metal collar around Quinn’s neck then her more onto her wrists, waist, thighs and ankles . Meanwhile the girl who introduced herself as Ola checked that the box was solid.
Quinn had had to breath in hard as the metal band encircled her waist. She knew the restraints were real enough even if anyone else had any doubts. The final item on the tray was a large metal ring gag like the one Katie was still suffering. Ola locked it in place very tightly indeed. Quinn grimaced slightly and tried to smile.
“Now we just need to ask Quinn to take her place”
Quinn stepped back and into the box, certain she could sense the relief emanating from Ola. It wasn’t until Quinn was in she realised just how shallow the box was,. Under Matts soothing direction the couple used carabiners to lock Quinn’s ankles to the back of the box, then her thighs, then her hands at about shoulder height and finally her neck. The icing on the bondage cake were two short straps securing the back of the gag to the box too. All were then asked to check Quinn wasn’t about to be going anywhere.
The showgirls returned carrying the front of the box, which too was covered in small holes and other markings. It had an outline of a person in silver which corresponded with just how Quinn was positioned. They held it in place , pushing hard to make it close,, and crushing Quinn’s chest a little in the process, while Matt clipped it to the rest of the prop, plunging Quinn into partial darkness where she could only see the points of light coming through the holes. She hoped that at least a few of the audience were sorry to see her almost naked body hidden away. For a second she wondered at herself. It wasn’t so long ago she would wear an oversize jumper to work! Now she found she loved the attention. She worked out, she made sure there was never even a hint of a tan line on her golden skin. And she loved every minute, especially the magic..
Her musings were interrupted. She hadn’t been listening to Matt’s calm explanation. The box was spun around then left sideways on to the audience. So she had missed Ola and Alan checking that the metal spikes were real and solid.
From the back of the box Alan took the first spike. It was maybe two feet long a good couple of inches across and had a wider collar a few inches from the blunt end. He picked a hole roughly were the small of Quinn’s back should be and shoved. The spike slid home easily thudding when its limiter hit the back of the box.
Quinn gasped. She felt the point on her back. The build up of pressure. A moment of absolute agony as it parted her skin then a flood of much more pleasurable feelings at the spike slid through her and out the front of the box. Ola chose a second spike and threaded it through holes corresponding with Quinn’s left thigh. Alan’s second choice was at Quinn’s right knee, which seemed to her to hurt more and give less than she was hoping. Ola followed that with a spike alongside the waist one. Alan went high on the right shoulder next and Ola finished her row at the waist.
“I think you two are being a bit too polite here, but anyway lets see what’s happening”
Matt turned the box to face the audience and opened a small door which revealed flash of Quinn’s thigh. Ola shyly reached in a finger to confirm it was real. Another small door revealed some of Quinn’s taught tummy, shimmering lightly with perspiration. Finally another door revealed Quinns eyes nose and mouth, and the infernal gag which stopped her from flashing a smile.
“See she’s OK. Now stop being nice and use some more spikes up or the show won’t close until breakfast !”
Matt closed up the doors and Alan and Ola set back to work. Matt left the box where it was so the audience could see spikes appear. Left shin, Right thigh. Navel. Quinn was panting heavily through the gag. Shamelessly, freed of the need to think of the show for a few moments all Quinn could think was that she wished the couple would get to the good stuff. She didn’t have long to wait.
Spikes came thick and fast now, several more in each leg, her waist , her arms. Three or four in a row just under her breasts, one through her neck scraping under the collar. Finally tight group of three into her butt which made her shudder hard as they emerged. Finally there were 30 or more. A few were air shots but by far the majority had hit the mark.
Matt had his helpers move to the front once more and again showed them the flash of thigh and tummy before opening up the small door to Quinn’s face .
“See she’s doing just fine. Lets continue”
Leaving the face door open Matt reached back and withdrew the group of three spikes in Quinn’s hips. She whimpered loudly making Ola start. Matt ignored the noises and pushed one spike through the top if the head box . Quinn felt it exit her forehead. He threaded the second though a hole above the collar so it passed easily through Quinns neck. The third he used on a hole that meant the exit for the point was through the ring gag! He pulled that spike back for a second, closed all the doors and then slid it back home.
“No time to rest “
The showgirls came back. The first had a rectangular tube about the size of an iPad. Matt held it up and showed it was actually two tubes about the same size. After Ola had checked them out he carefully lined them up with the part of the box concealing Quinns chest and pushed them hard soo they sank into the box.
Quinn gasped, which made her choke a little. She could feel the rectangular blade brush her bare breasts.
The second blade was smaller and a kind of heart shape. Without hesitation or explanation Matt pressed it home too. It neatly framed the area above Quinns legs between her hips.
“So we better see what we, well you, have done! “
Matt pushed the rectangle from the back and it slid forwards where Ola took it looking stunned. Matt had her set it on one end of the table under which Katie’s body was still bound. The heart shaped area was similarly removed and placed at the other end of the impromptu display.
Matt walked behind and reached through the oblong hole in the chest of the box . He had Ola slide her smaller hand though the smaller hole lower down to huge applause.
“Its gets better”
Matt carefully unclipped the front of the box and slid it forwards over the spikes. When he stepped aside Quinn was revealed, still locked to the back of the box pierced by many spikes and with two silver lined holes in her body where her chest and pussy should be visible . The spikes held by the back of the box and her yielding flesh moved slightly as she did. At the same time the showgirls each removed the front of the sections moved to rest on top of Katie’s trick. There 20 yards across the room were Quinn’s pastie covered breasts, glistening and heaving, and her be-sequined thong.
Alan and Ola got some more cheers as they checked out each part was real as they took a bow. Ola’s relief was now palpable.
Quinn tried to fight the urge to choke again as she looked across the room. It made quite a sight, some of her sexiest parts disembodied and displayed above Katie’s still headless body. The spikes felt heavy inside her without the support of the front of the box but although she couldn’t see herself she felt sure the spectacle was more than worth a little discomfort.
She wondered what the time was. It must be nearly time for the club to wind down but as ever Matt wasn’t showing any signs of being in a hurry to restore her.