Kat woke up rubbing her pussy. It was wet and her fingers slid effortlessly between its folds, as they stroked up from her entrance and circled her clit.

She didn't know where she was or why it was pitch black.  How long had she been out?

She tried to open her eyes, but they didn't respond. She tried moving her head, but it was the same emptiness. Like it wasn't even there.  She tried to focus on her legs, but there was nothing there either. All she could feel was her right hand resting on her mound and the sensations in her pussy.  That was it.

She moved her fingers to the side, searching for the leg that had always been there before today, but found just empty air. She tried the other side and also came up empty.

She experimented some more. She could move her right hand at the wrist, but the arm was stuck in place. Like it just disappeared above her wrist.

She stroked her clit as she searched her memory. She remembered being on a trip with Brian to Las Vegas. They were going out to a magic show.  Magic had always turned her on and she felt a spark of excitement as she rubbed her clit and remembered the evening.

She had worn her little black dress. No panties.

Brian had made some arrangement with the magician. She knew that much. So it wasn't a surprise when he asked for a volunteer and she was asked to come to the stage.

The magician had her back into an A-frame type box. One of her legs running down each side of the A and her arms to her sides to handholds. The box was made of many smaller boxes with lots of doors, but she didn't have time to study it. She was too excited for that. She could see the blades in the rack behind the box and knew where they'd be going.

Her body got more tense, more aroused, as the magician closed the door to each box. This was a dream of hers and the tension was too much. She just needed one touch. Just one, she told herself, as her hand released the handhold and found her pussy under the dress.

Kat jumped and screamed as a blade slammed through her right ankle. Then another through her left. She moaned a little and let her fingers glide through her newfound wetness. OK, maybe more than one touch. The excitement in her body demanded more than one touch. Just a few more.

A blade shot through the slot close to her hand, taking her leg with it. Oh, she was getting close now. Another blade took the other leg and she was on the edge. Just a few more rubs would do it.

But her concentration was interrupted as a blade shot through her waist, bisecting her arm above her wrist. She had only a second to ponder this when another blade shot through her neck and she lost consciousness.

But now she was close again. These memories of how she must have come to be here, wherever here was, were driving her arousal as her fingers worked their magic. She made small circular rubs again and again as she felt the heat and hunger radiate from a few inches below her fingers.

And then she felt it. A head pushing deep into her entrance in one long stroke that felt like it would split her in two. It pulled out in one long stroke and she felt it flop against her hand. She wrapped her hand around it and felt its girth. Brian. She squeezed harder as he pulled away and then impaled her again.

Her fingers pressed against her clit as her entire world, every sensation in her being, was in her pussy. The magician had divided her body. Likely vanished most of it, and this is all that was left. The thought of Brian finding her hand in the pussy box, of her entire body now just that pussy box, sent her over the edge again and again.