Another of Natasha’s misadventures, this follows on from Kitchen Aid, although you dont need to read that to enjoy this one

As I pushed the table with the last of the sleight of hand tricks away the applause was polite but I knew that people were really waiting for the big illusions that always finished the show.

The one off “experiment” of me doing the show’s finale topless had of course become normal. I still hadn’t quite gotten used to being on stage wearing just a bikini bottom despite more than a dozen shows. It was a heady mix of sexy, exciting and a little humiliating. Overall I think I like it, although I won’t tell the Magician that.

As I got changed, or more accurately undressed, the Magician introduced the final trick. Another one we hadn’t done before. The guillotine !



I walked back out to huge applause, which made me blush a little. I am confident enough in my body but there is no escaping that I am a little shorter and curvier than the stereotypical model or even magician’s assistant. Of course the magician was more than happy, as my generous chest had become very much a star of the show. Literally.



Last week we had done our special version of the thin model sawing. After undressing as usual I climb into the box which is very much made to measure, barely wide enough to squeeze my shoulders and hips inside. The magician adds the end panels next, trapping my ankles and neck in place. The two part lid is next, the lower half covers me to just above my bikini bottoms but the top half is where he adds our special twist. As I said the box is very tight and when he lowers the lid for the top part two round-ish cut outs demonstrate this by allowing my generous chest to poke through.

This time he decided to ask a gentleman from the front row to come up and “help” me fit and the lucky guy wasted no time in squeezing, pulling and massaging my boobs till they were fully through and visible. My nipples betrayed the effect it was having on me !

The rest of the trick is fairly standard, although I hope the tiny box and the extra bits of me being on display adds a bit of doubt on how it is done. I know exactly of course, the magic is real and the blades sliding through my waist feel so good I could scream. I was still breathing hard when the two parts of the table were unclipped and my feet and legs were pushed a dozen or more yards across the stage.

I smiled and wiggled my feet to acknowledge the applause, and made a note to ask if we could alter the box so my hands were visible too. The Magician tipped my top half onto the blade capped end for a few moments, letting me look out to the audience and let them wonder again how the trick was possible with my chest very obviously taking the space my legs would use if I was somehow curling up in the tiny box.

My attention snapped back to the show and I took a proper look at the prop. When the Magician had mumbled something about the guillotine I had been quite excited, imagining finishing the show with my head on a pole or something. But looking now I had a very bad feeling, so much so I actually stopped walking.

The Magician had obviously guessed what my reaction might be, because moments later two burly stage hands were dragging me towards the centre of the stage and the object which had caused my change of heart. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the guillotine. Easily eight feet tall with a wicked looking blade hanging at the top of the wooden tracks. But what I couldn’t take my eyes off, what had made me want to back out in a way none of the other tricks so far in my short stage career had, was the lunette which rather than a single round hole for my neck had two slightly larger holes, side by side. Like I suspected most of the audience I had no doubt what those holes were intended for.

“Look, no way, we didn’t discuss thi….”

I was about to explain exactly why despite my being ok with parading around wearing only bikini pants or even having my boobs on display as part of a sawing in half trick for two hours after the end of the show, this, THIS was a whole other level when the Magician reached behind my ear, but instead of producing a coin or an egg somehow found a bright red ball gag. I opened my mouth in amazement for just a split second, but that was enough. He was quick !

“MMMPPHHfk!”

Thinking it was all part of the act the audience whooped and howled in delight as the stage hands dragged me closer to the hateful looking machine. I struggled for a few moments but it was clearly pointless. I was pushed forwards as the Magician raised the top section of the lunette. I looked him in the eyes, giving my best not amused look but whatever I did just added to the show.

The stage hands secured my wrists behind my back with a pair of metal cuffs while the Magician carefully lowered the wooden frame. I felt the rough wood squeeze and crush my tits, the holes were at least half a size too small and I yelped as he gave a long hard push to close the clasps. I looked down at my poor boobs, already turning red and realised that the too small holes were part of the design. As they bulged out towards the crowd there was no way I could pull my tits back out.

My face grew even redder as the Magician plucked a young couple from the audience and invited them up to “adjudicate”. Whilst the young man reached up to check the blade was as solid and sharp as it looked his partner was invited to check that the breasts projecting from the front of the guillotine were real. The pretty blonde accepted with relish, kneading and stroking each breast in turn, before rubbing my nipples, loudly confirming they were behaving as expected.

Despite myself, my breathing was getting faster. The rush of being helpless on stage was once again overtaking common sense. I hadn’t really listened to a word the Magician had been saying but now realised the man from the audience was holding the rope which presumably released the blade whilst his partner in my doom was laughing at a joke I had missed , whilst laying a padded basket on a small table in front of me. Personally I could have done without the corny stuff.

And then I remembered what was about to happen. I am still not sure why it seemed so much more terrible than being sawn in half the week before, but a feeling of panic started to well up in me again. I pulled uselessly on the cuffs, but that just made the frame shake a bit which was even more worrying. And then I realised the Magician was counting down!

“Three….. Two…….one…….”

I screamed uselessly into the gag.I could feel a tremor in the wooden frame and a low rumble, Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the blade began to drop. I started to scream again, but there wasn’t time.The blade fell before my eyes, just a silver flash really, then I felt a sharp blow across the top of my breasts followed by a jolt of pain then a rush of intense almost orgasmic bliss that almost made me pass out.

I blinked at a loud cry and tried to regain my senses, realising that I was of course still gagged and the scream was from the blonde who was looking into the basket aghast. The next few moments were so surreal even by the standard of the last few weeks. I watched the pretty blonde reach into the basket and pick up my disembodied breasts, I could feel her warm fingers grip my soft flesh, then looked on as amazed as the audience as she set them down on a silver platter offered by the Magician. The metal felt cool and soothing.

Already turning back to their more usual lightly tanned pink, I stared at my breasts as they settled in wide soft pillows of flesh on the silver tray, nipples pointing straight up. I moan into the gag a little too loudly as the volunteers took turns brushing my nipples. They seemed more sensitive than ever.

I was in no way surprised when the Magician suggested the blonde head out into the audience to allow more people to check the boobs were indeed living flesh and blood. Afterall my top half, tits and all had spent two hours after last week's show being used as a table by a party of students in the front row who had offered five hundred dollars for charity for the privilege.

I watched her walk away as the Magician and her partner had me back away from the infernal machine. More huge cheers had me look down and I was shocked to see that my chest was now quite flat and featureless. The guy’s fingers brushing the new smooth skin felt utterly unerotic, no more sensitive than if they were brushing my forearm.

I looked down again and grunted into the gag. I just could not get over the shock of seeing a smooth flat chest. Even standing felt different now that I was devoid of the weight of what I had always felt were my best assets. I felt self conscious, humbled even. At the same time I could feel every stroke squeeze and pinch as my boobs made a tour of the room.

The evening finished with me in the arched hallway which was the entrance to the club. I was left with my back to the cold stone wall, My cuffed hands were attached to a hook high above my head which left me on tiptoes. Although I had only agreed to work topless the Magician had suggested that he take my bikini bottoms off too, explaining that my freshly waxed never regions would highlight the contrast with my flat featureless chest. As he had yet to remove the wretched ball gag, it was a suggestion I couldn’t really debate fully.

After an hour or more spent naked in the chilly hallway, being groped stared ata nd talked about,my tits still on their tray on a table across the passageway, the Magician returned with a pair of middle aged guys in cheap looking suits

“Well no we don't have another show until next Friday”

My heart dropped and I moaned into the gag.

“Sure we can discuss a rental for the weekend But you will have to make it worth our while”

I looked daggers at the Magician as he picked up my breasts from the tray and casually pressed them to my chest. When he stepped back I was back to normal, well if you accept that tied up and naked in public is normal.

“Yes I am sure $5000 would secure Natasha for the weekend “

That was a lot of money! I briefly  thought about the date I had planned on Sunday then nodded meekly.

 After the late night negotiation the Magician had untied me and taken me to the backstage area, his new clients following excitedly. It seemed that I wasn’t going to be going home, but having been so keen on the cash I felt I had little option to go along with whatever was planned and be professional.

The Magician pulled the dust cover off another trick we hadn’t used together before, although I recognised it well enough. Moments later I was laying on a board trying to create a sort of pin up pose, which is odd lying down. Once I had had my make up adjusted and arranged one hand by my side and the other as if playing with my hair the trick sprung into life.

The Magician’s version was subtly different from the ones you see on tv, and the board I was resting on eas slowly pulled under a single roller. I tried to hold still, so I could only steal a few glances along my still naked body as first my toes then my legs were fed into the machine. It's a sensation unlike any other I had felt so far. An overpowering pressure pressing my flesh and bone flat like play dough. It should have been agony of course but as always after an initial shock it felt worryingly good. So good it probably explained why I keep agreeing to these humiliations.

Soon the machine was flattening my hips and the sensations were off the scale. It was a real battle to hold still. By the time the roller had flattened my breasts and started on my face I was too blissed out to be scared. Once I was done the Magician had held me up triumphantly,

I could see myself in a mirror across the room. I looked just like me at first glance but I was of course now less than an inch thick and as floppy as a beach towel. I couldn’t move a muscle of course, but when the Magician handed me over to his clients I could feel every single touch. More than just feel, my sensitivity seemed to have increased as much as my volume had decreased.  Satisfied, the Magician had rolled me up, tied me with a cord and handed me over.

And so I found myself laying in a convention centre, the star attraction at the launch for a new floor cleaner. Every half an hour or so for the last three days one of the guys would sprinkle me with dirt and mud from a can then use their new machine back and forth over me to clean it up. Everyone was certainly staring at the results during the demo!

The machine’s brushes and rollers combined with my super sensitivity drove me to the edge of madness with frustration. I was sure the guys were making sure that some of the mess was strategically placed so they had to go back and forth over my hips or chest. My flattened pussy and two dimensional nipples were on fire. I wanted to touch them so much but I couldn’t so much as blink.I had no idea if they knew about the effect it was having or whether it simply added to the show.

Then I would be walked over and stood on as people looked at the machines until a space was cleared for the next little show.. The fact that one one realised it was living flesh and blood under their shoes just made the whole thing hotter somehow. Just a rug on a stand. .Each night I was just left helplessly on the floor in the dim hall with all the other furniture and equipment, contemplating my situation and the growing need inside me

By the end of the weekend all I could think about was how turned on I was, how much I needed to come. As the stand was broken down I was rolled up one more time and stuffed into a cardboard tube. I guessed the chance to get myself off would be a way off yet . I wasn’t sure if I was mad or addicted.