Passing through the upper level of the foyer, Mercurial happened upon Ella, the new girl, who’d traded out her daisy dukes and t-shirt for a red bikini and by the look of her hair, had been out enjoying the beach. She wore a matching red choker, which Merc had put on her when she arrived and had no mundane means of removal short of cutting it.

Ella was closely inspecting the headless body of Jackie, who was dusting the various sculptures which adorned the hall. She was focused on the neck, where it was capped off by the fabric from her French maid’s choker.

Delighted, Merc glided over. “Curious?” she chirped.

“Y-” Ella began to address the empty space over Merc’s shoulders. Not finding a face there, she stammered as she attempted to recover, finding the magician’s head under her arm. “Y-yes ma’am.” She hesitated a moment, then pointed at the maid’s choker. “Can I take this off her?”


“You can take whatever you like off her,” Merc chuckled. “I assure you, she won’t mind.”

Ella’s turned bright red at the implication. The possibility of borrowing other women’s parts was what had drawn her in in the first place. She slipped the choker off, examining the pale, freckled skin underneath, then the inside of the cup the choker formed. “Is this still her?”

“Indeed,” Merc replied. “Separated as she is from it, Jackie still controls this body, and feels it, just as if she were right here.” She punctuated the point by giving the maid’s rear a brisk slap, eliciting a squeak of surprise from under the tree.

Ella jumped in surprise. She stared in the direction the noise came from, nodding slowly as she put two and two together. She clearly had questions, but prioritized “Can mine take my head off?” She touched the red band gingerly.

“No. But if you’re looking to borrow a body, I have many things that do,” Merc purred.

The new girl’s eyes went dreamily unfocused for a moment and her mouth hung open as the idea of it washed over her. As she recovered herself, her mouth snapped shut and she gave a slow, jerky nod. “Mm. Yes ma’am. But, uh. Would I…? My body…”

With a soft giggle of amusement, Merc made a placating gesture with her hand. “It’ll be easier to just do it.”

Ella nodded, still uncertain but excited, and placed the maid’s choker back on Jackie’s neck, which the decapitated woman straightened.

Merc took Jackie by the hand, and led her down the stairs. “Come. We’ll use the first floor.” She left them both in the middle of the room, to duck out a side door, reassuring Ella “I’ll be back in a minute!”

She took her time gathering what she’d need, getting a table on wheels and placing first her head, then an epee, a box sized for a head and its matching blade, a pair of scissors, and a minimalistic wringer.

When she pushed this all into the foyer, she was unsurprised to find Ella kneeling over Jackie’s box, chatting with her in excited, hushed tones. The more experienced assistant had her hands on the rookie’s shoulders, left hand comfortingly holding the other’s left.

Upon seeing the magician enter, Ella sprang to her feet, nearly knocking the decapitated maid over in the process, and attempted to catch her, though with the latter’s experience it wasn’t necessary. Seeing that everything was fine, the bikini-clad woman folded her hands behind her back and beamed with newfound confidence, which quickly gave way to confused curiosity as she tried to discern the purpose of the diverse props.

Taking the epee, Mercurial gracefully strode over to the gift-wrapped head, knelt beside her, and placed the tip in one of the air holes. “Wouldn’t want her sitting around with no body at all,” she explained, and thrust the sword through. Any sign of hair withdrew as she did, and the sword rested against the bottom of the holes.

“Jackie?” Ella called curiously, then turned to the headless woman’s still-standing body, taking her hand. It squeezed in reply, and offered a thumbs-up.

“Now, if you’d take your place in that chute.” Mercurial gestured to the back of the wringer, and offered her a hand to help her up. Despite being small and frail-looking, her help was steady and firm. “Step on me and you’ll regret it,” she half-joked. Jackie simply stood back and waited, hands folded in front of her, bouncing lightly on her toes.

As Ella took her place in the chute, she barely had a chance to sit before her feet slid in, turning the rollers around them. She caught herself by the edge, and stared down wide-eyed. “Is it… squishin’ my feet? It felt like a deep massage, an’ now, nothin’ below the shin!”

Rather than reply, Mercurial waited a few seconds. In her precarious position, it was difficult for Ella not to sink down further, and once enough of her was through, she lifted the woman’s flattened toes to show her. They looked like a photo dyed into a thin sheet of plastic.

Experimentally, Ella straightened her legs, letting more of them feed through, and Merc cooperatively lifted them into view. As she continued to hesitate, Merc found herself regretting not placing herself where she’d be able to maintain eye contact. “Why-?” came the beginning of what might have been the most obvious question, then “Fuck it.” With that, she released her hold on the chute.

The rollers of the wringer would only turn so fast, however, and it continued to ease her slowly through. Her breathing got fast and heavy as her thighs passed through their unrelenting squeeze, voice rising to cry out. “WOO! Never ‘spected to get so personal with a wringer,” she panted. Her flattened hands emerged beside her hips.

With most of the weight pushing Ella down gone, Merc started slowly turning the wringer’s crank to keep her moving. The panting rose to another climax with an “Mmmmf!” then shortly after, cut off completely.

Merc pulled her through the rest of the way, plucking her inanimate form free of the rollers. Taking a step back, she held the plastic woman by the top of her head, presenting her to herself.

After taking a few seconds to admire her handiwork, and the still-delicious view, she took Jackie’s hand, raising it up high, and passed Ella off to her, the servant holding her up obediently.

Merc retrieved a pair of scissors, and got to work snipping off one leg along the bikini line, then the other. Curious about what she was feeling, Jackie’s free hand probed around the poster body, then bounced once with excitement before returning to dutiful stillness.

Rolling the legs up, Merc went to the stockings arranged as part of the decor along either wall of the room, inserting one leg into one, the other into another across the room, she returned to her toy of the evening, giving her arms the same treatment. The next cut crossed the waist, and she placed the removed hips in her own stocking. The final slice fell right across the top edge of that red choker, and the torso as well was placed in the stocking of a servant she knew would appreciate it.

With a fair amount of stockings left, Merc considered what to do. A few of her servants weren’t into women, and she’d placed gifts with that in mind. She snapped her fingers twice over the rollers, then turned them again, feeding out the plastic sheet form of a nude man she’d had in storage. This she traded with Jackie, placing what was left of Ella on the table, and went about distributing parts in mostly the same manner.

Jackie’s hand again probed around curiously, her neck and shoulders turning bright red upon encountering an extra tab of plastic between the legs. Her redness deepened as it was snipped off in her hand, then taken from her. Merc slipped this choice cut into the rolled-up hips already in her own stocking, her face heating as well as plans began to arise for the pair of parts.

With Ella’s head the only plastic part remaining, Mercurial returned to the table and fed it back through. The heated sound of panting suddenly began again. “Hoooo, baby! What happened? Did something go wrong?”

“Mmm, everything went perfectly. Why do you ask?” Merc teased, feigning ignorance of the cause of Ella’s confusion.

“Well, if you’re backin’ me right back up, I figured maybe my hair got caught or something.”

As if the remark about her hair were some sort of invitation, Mercurial plucked her up by it, setting her on the table corner opposite her, facing her. Though the magician tried for a detached, devilish grin, she was having far too much fun.

She savored the astonished reaction of the disembodied head in front of her. Ella first stared downward at the table, looking all around as if searching for the body she’d normally find below. “Wow! This is really somethin’ else. I feel so…” she finished that by looking back at the body towering over her, and swallowing deeply. “So, uhhh… where’d my body go? I can’t feel it.”

“Oh, I stowed it away,” Merc replied coyly. “You wouldn’t want your vacant body just lying around on the floor, would you?”

Ella nodded with nervous acceptance.

Merc took the final set of props she’d brought out, the box with the blade through the bottom, and placed it between their heads. She flipped the front open, carefully bundled Ella’s hair against the back of her head, and slid her in, placing her neck on the steel blade. “And now for the big finish.”

She flipped the box shut, and lifted it into place on top of Jackie’s neck. Jackie, knowing what was about to come, gave a quick wave goodbye before clutching her hands together. “Get ready,” Mercurial warned sweetly. “You’re about to have to use your legs again. Don’t collapse.” Then, she snatched the blade out.

Ella gasped, dropping slightly as if she might collapse anyway, but recovered, clutching her hands to her chest. “Oh-oh… Oh my. Oh my gawwwd. This heart. I can feel her excitement!” As Ella gushed, Merc flipped the box open again to slide it off, bleach-blonde hair falling over her new shoulders.

In awe, Ella raised her hands, turning them and staring at them. Her blush resurged full force at the sight of the arms, so clearly not her own, but moving just the same as her own always had. She patted one, and stroked up and down it, reaffirming for herself. Her legs began to shake. Then she looked down over her body, clad in a tight black dress which pushed an unfamiliar breast up toward her face. “Oh my gawwwwd!”

Merc grinned. By the look on the young woman’s face, she was too overwhelmed to form more words than that. Confident that if that and the surprise hadn’t been enough to knock her off her feet she wasn’t going to lose them now, Merc stepped back to her head, tucking it again under her arm.

“So, Ella: is it everything you’d dreamed?”

Ella gave two vigorous nods, and managed “More!”

“Come.” Doctor Mercurial strode past her, taking her hand as she passed to lead her into the nearest hall.

Once she got her to a bedroom, her mind was going to be blown all over again.