1 comments/ 9737 views/ 9 favorites The Trick: Lisa, Sawn By: BoxesAndBlades 'What a fucking prick, what a pompous arrogant pig!' Lisa thought as she strode through the last set of automatic doors, her little suitcase-on-wheels struggling to keep up. Captain Parry had done a fine job of distorting Lisa's usually agreeable features. His comments about her and her colleagues only being on board to give the male passengers something to look at had forced her carefully-plucked eyebrows into a scowl above her eyes – green eyes that normally sparkled and smiled, but now simmered with cold anger. He had also straightened Lisa's cute, easy smile into a thin, hard line. "'Only there to look good"? "Nobody cares what you think"? Fucking idiot...' To look into Lisa's face at this point would definitely have hinted at the fury running through her mind, in the same way that looking at her uniform would hint at what you could normally expect from her. Lisa was a stewardess on internal European flights, and in the air anywhere between London and Athens, Helsinki and Lisbon, you could expect her to serve you, and service your every need, with a twinkle in her eye and a sincere (and usually genuine) smile. Her sky blue uniform let her passengers know that she was there for them and would be only too happy to help. She looked good in her fitted skirt and jacket that hugged her curving figure from just below the knee to her porcelain neck and slender wrists. The four-inch heels at one extreme and the little hat at the other matched the colour of the suit, while her stockings, gloves and the silk scarf around her neck and tucked into her jacket were white. Sky blue had been chosen to convey an image of calm, serenity and openness – even the suitcase was sky blue. Lisa's face conveyed a different message altogether tonight. She marched toward the Arrivals taxi rank, the material at the lower hem of her skirt pulling taut with every stride, hailed a cab, got in and sat stiffly on the rear seat with her arms folded firmly across her chest. The driver did a double-take in his mirror: trying to flirt with the trolley-dollies was usually the highlight of these late shifts, but looking at Lisa's face, he succeeded in not making the same mistake Parry had. "Where to?" he asked as he pulled away. "Hanna's Bar," she replied, briefly considering the here-and-now. 'Where I will have a few drinks, watch the house band, and hopefully be relaxed enough to sleep at some point...' When she arrived at the bar, Lisa ordered a rum and coke from the barman without even looking at him and pulled herself up onto one of the high stools – no easy task in her tight skirt and heels. She then had to manoeuvre carefully to get her right leg up and crossed over her left. To her right, the singer thanked the bar's clientele for the smattering of applause that greeted the previous song. He caught Lisa's eye and waved, but she turned away – men weren't her favourite sex right now. Her drink arrived, and she took a long pull at it through the straw. The band started up again, and the aggressive bassline caught something in Lisa's subconscious. She turned back to face the stage, the heel on her right foot moving through the air in front of her in time to the groove. Distracted from Parry for a few minutes, Lisa had finished her drink by the time the song had finished. 'Shit! That scumbag is pilot on my next flight!' Lisa remembered, banging her empty glass on the bar. 'Fucking cocksucker!' Lisa enjoyed her work, liked meeting new people and loved making people happy – she always got a little kick out of seeing someone smile as a result of her efforts. She was proud of her role, and proud of the image her coutured uniform portrayed. She also loved the way it hugged her figure tightly, accentuating the narrowness of her waist in contrast to the fullness of her hips and bosom. She also loved the pointless, and optional, white scarf. The first time she had dressed in the jacket (and white blouse that went beneath it), she had been pleasantly surprised by the deep cleavage created by the slight squeezing effect of the fitted garments on her 36Cs – a cleavage she wouldn't have thought possible before. This new cleavage, along with the effect the heels had on her posture, made her feel positively busty. Nevertheless, she had no desire for every male passenger to admire this pleasing feature every time she bent down to offer them a drink and the scarf effectively hid this secret aspect from view. 'Men are loathsome pricks,' she generalised, absently checking that the scarf was still in place before ordering another drink. Looking at the barman this time, he suddenly smirked at her. "What are you looking at?" Lisa snarled. 'What's his fucking problem? Proving my point, right on cue...' The band was bidding the audience goodnight, and Lisa checked her watch: it was only midnight, a good hour earlier than they normally finished. 'Not like a bunch of men to finish prematurely,' she thought bitterly before climbing down from her stool for a visit to the nose-powdering room. As she approached the mirror to check on her dark pink lipstick, Lisa noticed why the barman had smirked at her: she still had her hat on. Annoyed with herself now, she wrenched it off the bun in her red hair, and stuffed it in a jacket pocket. It was her least-favourite part of the uniform, a little folded-up thing that looked more like a table setting than a hat. She unpinned her hair and it didn't quite fall to her shoulders, the way it parted as it did so obscuring the left side of her face, before she pulled it all back up away from the ivory skin of her neck and re-pinned it in a slightly looser bun. She marched back to her stool (giving the barman a hard stare on the way), climbed back up, and turned back to see what was happening now that the band had finished an hour early. There appeared to be a street entertainer on the stage. A dark-haired man in a cheap-looking black suit and white shirt was pulling flowers out of his shirt sleeves for the benefit of a lady in the audience. He looked astonishingly pleased with himself as he did so. 'Jesus; are they trying to get everyone to go home?' There were still about 20 people sat at the tables around the stage, but this was probably only half what there had been when the band had been playing. 'Oh well, this arrogant twit might provide some unintentional comedy,' Lisa thought forlornly. For his next trick, the man turned someone's pint of beer into a glass of water (much to his friend's amusement), and following that he spent five minutes blindfolded before correctly predicting that the guy in the heavy metal t-shirt at the far table had selected the ace of spades from the deck of cards hidden under a sheet ('No shit,' thought Lisa). Again, the apparently self-styled 'Magician' appeared to think that what he had just done was nothing short of mind-blowing. 'Oh. My. God.' Lisa thought monosyllabically. 'Arrogant dickheads at work, delusional dickheads in here.' But she didn't want to go home, she still needed to unwind, and it was looking like the only way she could get there was via alcohol – and she had a long way to go yet, as the first two drinks had had little effect. She turned and ordered a third drink – this time a double – from the barman, and readjusted her uniform again; much as she liked it, she couldn't wait to get out of it. The Magician had taken a napkin from his little table, and was folding it into the shape of some animal or other, a swan or some such (Lisa couldn't see from where she was). After making some vaguely mystical hand gestures over it, there was a puff of smoke and the thing disappeared. This drew another ripple of applause from what was left of the audience and another smug grin from the Magician. He said something about it not having actually disappeared, that it had merely flown away, when – suddenly – Lisa got the full beam of the spotlight in her face as it swung around onto her. She froze. The centre of attention wasn't Lisa's favourite place. A little sideshow where she could impress people unnoticed was Lisa's place. She felt the audience (all twelve of them) all turn towards her as the Magician pointed at her, and she just sat there motionless with her drink in her hand, her pink lips still puckered round the straw. She felt trapped as the Magician gestured from the stage and she got the impression that what everyone was looking at was her hair. Her own eyes looked up involuntarily to join in with everyone else, but she couldn't see. Slowly, she reached her hand up to feel the bun on her head, and started slightly when it encountered something other than her hair. She gingerly took the thing between thumb and forefinger, and slowly pulled it down to look at. Lisa still had the straw between her lips, and her eyes were wide as she looked at her hat. The straw dropped from her mouth. "My hat..." she started. But that was in her pocket... "That's not your hat, gorgeous," said the Magician loudly, grinning. "Do you want to come up here?" Staring at the blue thing in her hand, Lisa put her drink down and, in a daze, uncrossed her legs. "Come on, don't be shy – come up here and show us what you've got." The Magician turned back to the audience. "Give the lady a hand please, ladies and gentlemen." Without really knowing why, Lisa did as she was asked, slowly setting her long heels down on the floor, as the sound of two dozen hands clapping echoed round the bar. She felt like she'd been hypnotised: she knew she hated being the focus of attention, she knew she didn't want to do anything to help this slick Magician get any more pleased with himself than he already was, and she knew the last thing she wanted was to get up on stage in front an audience. But she couldn't help herself. She glided smoothly across the floor to the stage as only an air stewardess can. As she concentrated on the little hat in her hand Lisa felt the eyes of the audience on her, and she started to blush. She took the proffered hand of the Magician, and took the stage. "Wow!" the Magician looked Lisa and her uniform up and down appreciatively. "Give us a twirl, and then tell us your name." It took a second for Lisa to process these instructions, but she executed a passable twirl on the ball of her right foot. The Magician caught her hand again as she came to a stop. "L..." Her mouth was completely dry. She swallowed, licked her lips. "Lisa." "Very pleased to meet you, Lisa," the Magician said, shaking her hand, "and what is that you have in your hand?" She looked quickly down at it. "My hat, but tha..." "Look closely, Lisa." She did, finally, look more closely at the folded-up blue thing in her hand. It wasn't her hat: it was the swan the Magician had folded prior to the puff of smoke. She looked the Magician full in the face for the first time, failing to take in any of his features. "It's your... napkin." "That's right," he grinned again, "and it couldn't be your hat because your hat is..." "My hat is in my pocket," Lisa confirmed, putting her right hand into her jacket pocket, but it was empty. Confused, she looked down as her fingers sought out every corner of the pocket, knowing it must be there somewhere. "Looking for this?" the Magician said, and, as the audience laughed, Lisa looked up to see him whisk her hat from the inside pocket of his jacket. "How..." she started, but was cut off by the smirking Magician. "Magic, Lisa," he said with a theatrical wink as he handed it back to her. "Thank you for your help with that little illusion, Lisa," he narrowed his eyes slightly, "but I'm guessing you'd like to get off stage pretty quickly?" Relieved, she managed a shy smile. "Yes, please." The Magician took her left hand and looked out at the audience "Do you really want to escape, Lisa?" She smiled again – anything to get off the stage. "Yes, please." The Magician's face took on a sincere and more friendly look as he took Lisa's other hand and spoke to her less showily. "Would you do me the honour then of granting one more favour please, Lisa? One that will help me finish my act in the style these good people deserve, and one that will enable you to escape?" "Well..." "Please, Lisa, it would mean a lot to me." "I..." "Did you see the rest of my act?" "Yeah, most of it." "Rubbish, wasn't it?" This raised a laugh from the audience and a smile from Lisa. "Well," she started with a nod "it..." "...needs a show-stopping finale – but I can't do it without you, Lisa; I need your help." His face was an inch from hers, and his smooth, persistent words flowed like honey into her head. "OK," Lisa said. "Fantastic," the Magician smiled broadly at her, reassuringly, before releasing her right hand and addressing the audience loudly. "Ladies and gentlemen, please give another big round of applause to our delightful volunteer, for her assistance with my final illusion tonight: Lisa's Escape!" Before Lisa could react, the Magician turned and took a step towards the rear of the stage, making Lisa stumble after him. He grabbed the edge of a curtain mounted on a circular rail, pulled it into the centre of the stage, and whisked the curtain back to reveal a metal frame with a large card across it that read 'Lisa's Escape'. "What? Wait – " Lisa tried to pull her hand free, but the Magician tightened his grip round her wrist and pulled her over to the frame. "Lisa, you wanted to escape." he turned his head dramatically to look at her. "Do you think you can escape from this?" Lisa stopped. She didn't know what to think. She felt shocked, confused, put upon; how on earth had her name got on the card? What was going to happen now? How was she going to escape, and what was she going to escape from? Was the Magician going to tell her how to do it? All this raced through her mind as she tried to take in the apparatus in front of her. It was a vaguely X-shaped frame that clearly followed the sinuous lines of a curvy female body. It was constructed from contoured steel bars an inch wide: two ran up the outside of each spread-eagled leg, came in to a narrow waist, then widened gently as it ran up to the base of outstretched arms before splaying out horizontally to where Lisa assumed the wrists must go. Similar bars traced the top edge of each arm – running along to the shoulders and terminating at a collar – and up the inside of the legs; these ones didn't join at the groin though, stopping a few inches short. Joining all these bars were semi-circular metal bands that would support the rear of whoever was backed in to the frame. Lisa's brain took all this in subconsciously; consciously she was trying to deal with the fact that the Magician had manoeuvred her over to the frame and was hoisting her left hand up in the air to gauge her size against it. He made a show of looking her up and down again. "Nice heels, Lisa; how tall are you?" "Er, five-five – no, five-nine in these heels..." "Good, you should be pretty close then," he said. "Stand here, please." He lined Lisa up with the frame and indicated where she should place her right foot. "Lean back," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her backwards. Lisa felt her calf, thigh and buttock come to rest against the bars making up the back of the frame and, while she was regaining her balance, she felt the Magician place her right arm in the frame, and pull a leather strap over her wrist. "Hey!" Lisa said, but the Magician ignored her. He pulled Lisa's left arm up and fastened another strap over it. As he did so, he leant his face close into Lisa's and murmured "Don't worry – you'll be fine. When I pull the curtain round we'll have swapped places." Turning back to the audience he gestured at his two pieces of equipment. "There we are: a perfect fit! Now we'll just make it a bit more interesting for you, Lisa." He pulled two wider bands, each maybe three inches wide, around Lisa's waist, bolting it on her left side, then two-inch leather straps across her body under her breasts and above them, and Lisa felt how tight she was now held in the frame. The Magician fastened two more straps over each of Lisa's arms, one over the upper arm, the other over the lower arm, and finally fastened the last metal band around her neck. All this happened in a whirl, and Lisa hadn't been able to focus on any particular aspect of what had just happened to her; she'd still been trying to comprehend that the Magician had restrained her wrist – and what he'd said to her – when she realised that everything from her waist up was now fastened tightly into the figure-hugging contraption. "Comfy?" asked the Magician, with fake innocence. Lisa's mouth was hanging open, and she stared at him, bewildered. "What – what about..." She swallowed and licked her lips again – and then couldn't believe what came out of her mouth next. "What about my legs?" The Magician beamed at her. "Well, I was trying to make it relatively easy for you, Lisa, but if you want to have your legs bound as well," he winked at the audience, "it will certainly make your escape more spectacular." Lisa closed her eyes and tried to get a grip on her mind before it had any more insane ideas. As she did so she was vaguely aware of straps being fastened over the lower and upper ends of both shins. Then she felt a firm hand on her right thigh. "Lisa, we've got a problem here – can you help me out?" Lisa opened her eyes and looked down at the Magician who was on one knee in front of her. He pointed at something between her legs. "Hi, it's your skirt, Lisa. It's very nice, but it's, er – in the way." Lisa had managed to compose herself while she'd had her eyes closed, and something like clarity – and normal breathing – had returned. 'What am I going to do?' she thought. 'Do I kick and scream and demand to be released, or do I go along with it and trust this smug twit?' She chose Plan B; people were reasonable, weren't they? "What do you mean?" "We can't strap your legs in," he said. With both Lisa's lower legs bound to the frame, her high heels were about a yard apart, and her sky blue skirt was stretched tight across the gap between her knees and thighs, accentuating the curves of the latter, but obscuring the parts of the frame that marked out the inside of her legs. "I can't fasten these last few straps over you because your skirt's in the way of the frame." "I don't need those," Lisa said, trying to smile. "I think I've got enough straps for now." This raised a giggle from the audience. "But it'll work so much better if we do it properly, Lisa. Please can I just fasten these last few straps around you; don't worry – I'll make sure you're safe," he smiled. "How can you if you my skirt's in the way?" "We'll just have to move your skirt very slightly, so it's out of the way." He looked up at her imploringly. "Please?" 'The quicker we get this started, the quicker it'll be over,' she thought. "Well, if it's just a little bit..." she said. "Thanks, Lisa!" the Magician interrupted, before getting hold of the hem of Lisa's skirt and carefully, but deliberately, lifting her skirt and ruching it all the way up to her waist. "Hey!" Lisa shouted, and attempted to move herself away from the Magician and his hands. But she couldn't – she was almost completely restrained by the Magician's metal frame. She tried to wriggle her thighs as hard as she could, and she managed to bounce her butt backwards and forwards as it was still relatively free, but to no avail. Her fists opened and closed ineffectively, and she decided to resort to Plan A as she felt the first strap pulled tight just above her right knee. "Hey! Let go of me! Get me out of here, you bastard! Help! What -? Get off me, you per-mmmmph! MMMPH!!" The Trick: Lisa, Sawn The Magician had reached up to Lisa's throat, pulled the white silk scarf from round her neck, and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth – all done with the rapid and fluid dexterity of a Magician. "That's better." He rolled his eyes theatrically at the audience, and then turned to look at his Assistant, wagging a finger at her sternly. "Lisa, this is a tricky illusion to get right, and I can't concentrate with all that racket going on." Lisa looked at him incredulously, not believing what was happening to her; she'd never seen an illusion where the Assistant had had her mouth completely filled with a gag before. She started breathing heavily through her nose, hoping she didn't hyperventilate. A wolf-whistle from the audience didn't help, and she started to blush profusely at the thought of her lacy white stocking-tops and suspenders being on display. The Magician fastened four more straps over legs, one just above each knee, and slightly thicker ones over each groin, just a few inches from her panties. The skirt had just about fallen enough to obscure these – not that Lisa could see. "OK, Lisa," the Magician exclaimed, clapping his hands together, "we're all set! We've got you strapped in just like the instructions said, and..." "IN-UGH-UNN?!?" Lisa screamed in disbelief. The Magician hung his head. "Lisa, I've a confession to make," he said, looking at her shyly with his best puppy-dog eyes. "I've never performed this trick before." A feeling of cold fear and utter helplessness passed through Lisa. Here she was, completely fixed into a steel frame by another idiot male who didn't know what he was doing, and she was completely at his mercy. She stared at him with wide green eyes. "I found it in the basement when I got here, and I thought the 'Assistant's Revenge' would be a spectacular finale. All I needed was a beautiful and willing volunteer..." He turned and addressed the audience with a smirk. "...and I'll settle for one out of two." "Anyhoo," he continued, "now the cat's out of the bag, I can get the instructions out and you can see that I'm doing everything properly, OK?" Lisa stared at him, but this was probably better than him trying to bluff his way through the trick. "O-A," she managed to say through her scarf hoping that this was the right course of action. "Right." He flourished a piece of folded-over foolscap with diagrams on it and read aloud from it. "Lisa's Escape: 'One: find Assistant called Lisa.' Check." The audience chuckled. "'Two: use your wit, charm and invention to persuade Lisa to be fastened into apparatus.' Check." What had she got herself into? Of course this wasn't the right course of action – in fact, she had just made it worse for herself. Lisa glared at him. "'Three: close and secure all shackles, straps, bands etcetera over Assistant's body.'" He made a show of demonstrating to the audience that each of the straps fastened over Lisa's body were secure; the shackles at her ankles and wrist were bolted, the leather straps holding her calves, thighs, chest, upper arms and forearms were pulled tight and buckled, her uniform bulging ever-so-slightly round them, the metal bands across her waist and neck were definitely, and undeniably, in place. Having double-checked that Lisa wasn't going anywhere, the Magician turned back to the audience. "Check. Ladies and gentlemen, Lisa is now most definitely committed to this illusion. Thank you, Lisa." Lisa was trying to burn holes in him with her eyes. "'Four: take hold of curtain and pull it with you as you walk one complete circuit round Lisa and the apparatus.'" He looked at his red-haired Assistant, whose expression would have made anyone think that she was being restrained to prevent her from doing serious harm to the man in the cheap black suit in front of her. "This is it, Lisa – here's your chance to shine!" 'You'll not be smirking in a second,' Lisa thought as she stared at the idiot in front of her, 'because in ten seconds time, I'll be out of here and slapping your face.' She wasn't ruling out a knee to the groin, or a spiked-heel-stamp to the foot, either. Lisa's breathing had slowed down as she tried to regain some element of composure. The Magician had taken hold of the edge of the curtain to Lisa's left and he looked at her. "Ready?" Lisa closed her eyes and prayed that this muppet knew what he was doing. He marched quickly across Lisa pulling the curtain behind him. Lisa saw the audience disappear from view from left to right and quickly the whole volume of the club was obscured by the heavy curtain. Lisa hadn't really thought about how the trick was going to work: did the frame have a false back to it? Would this fool 'magically' release all the restraints holding her firm body firmly in place and quickly swap places, magically re-fastening them over himself once he'd got in? In truth, she didn't really care how it worked, just that it did work. The Magician was now moving round behind Lisa, the long curtain still rattling in its overhead rail. 'Any second now,' thought Lisa, 'and then he's in for a shock...' Lisa saw the trailing edge of the curtain come into the view to her left: it would soon make its way across in front of her and reveal her again to the audience in exactly the same position as they had last seen her: still very much encased in the metal frame. She felt a cold breeze blow over her, a breath of cool air that brought goose-bumps up on her skin. Lisa's heart sank as the audience was revealed to Lisa again; Lisa's re-exposure to the audience brought sniggers, several smirks and a wolf-whistle. Lisa felt the chilly sensation again. "Ah," said the Magician. He was standing to Lisa's right, rubbing his chin and trying to look like he was upset about the trick having gone wrong. "Well, that wasn't supposed to happen," he grinned. "I'm not complaining, but that's not what should have happened." What he wasn't complaining about was his Assistant's appearance. Lisa's classy and sophisticated suit had vanished and been replaced with – well, virtually nothing at first glance. The audience gawped at Lisa, still held in the metal frame, but between each strap and band was creamy bare flesh and not sky blue material. "Nice bikini, Lisa," the Magician smiled, enjoying the close-up of her tiny dark brown bikini that was more string than material. Lisa tried to look down at herself to see what this moron had done, but could only see two small triangles of material covering her exposed breasts. She closed her eyes as she blushed, trying to work out how he'd got her new swimwear out of her case. "Don't worry, Lisa, you look just fine." He took hold of the curtain edge again. "Mighty fine..." he said winking at the audience. "Sorry about that – let's try again shall we?" The Magician repeated his semi-circuit of Lisa, and this time Lisa felt the chill disappear and the tight, reassuring touch of clothing, or at least some clothing, over her skin. She also wasn't released again, and her heart sank further as the audience reappeared for a second time. They were craning their neck to see what delight the incompetent Magician had served up for them this time. She was dressed as a proper Magician's Assistant: fishnet tights, blue sequin leotard with a low cut at the chest and a high cut at the hips, long, black silk gloves that went to her elbows and a wide black choker just visible around her throat. She also had a little diamante head-dress atop her red hair. The Magician coughed. "Well – it's certainly more appropriate this time." He looked sheepishly at his volunteer. "I, um – sorry Lisa – I think this trick might be more of a 'Quick Change' than an 'Assistant's Revenge'. Third time lucky?" Lisa was concentrating on a point somewhere out in the darkness of the bar and ignored him. He pulled the curtain round his hapless Assistant for a third time. Seconds later, Lisa had again failed to escape or have any revenge on her captor. "Wow," said the Magician, his eyes wide, his mouth open. He licked his lips and swallowed distractedly. This time Lisa was revealed to be strapped in to the frame wearing some expensive and very flattering lingerie. Fine white stockings encased her legs, running from her blue high heels up to the delicate and lacy tops surrounding each upper thigh, clips attached similarly-coloured suspenders to a thin belt encircling Lisa's waist. Matching panties and brassiere, each sporting the same intricate design motif, hugged her pelvic region and bosom perfectly; nothing was too big or too small, nothing was out of place. The audience were similarly impressed: jaws hung open, lips were licked, groin-covering material was re-arranged. One of the two remaining females in the audience blushed and crossed her legs. Lisa felt herself blush again as she recognised the familiar feel of her own underwear: she knew how good she looked in it. The Magician shook himself and regained control of himself and his trick. "Perfect! Just the costume we need for this trick," he said, clapping his hands. This was too much for Lisa. "MMMMFFFFF!!" she screamed into her scarf. 'What is this fucking idiot doing?!?' she thought. "...and I'd better double check what this trick actually is." He lowered his voice and spoke to himself. "Am I reading these instructions right?" He picked up the oversized instructions and shook them out, causing the front sheet to come away and reveal the real front cover. "Because it's obviously not what I thought it was..." The Magician turned it over and noticed the illusion's real name. He smiled and read it out loud for everyone's benefit. The Magician flipped over the over-sized instructions and noticed the illusion's real name. He smiled and read it out loud for everyone's benefit. "'Bent-Over Buzzsaw'," he read deliberately before grinning mischievously. Lisa's eyes widened in horror. "MMFF?" she managed. "Well, that sounds a bit more interesting than 'Assistant's Revenge' doesn't it, Lisa." He looked her square in the eye. "Lisa, do you want to be sawn in half?" "MMMM!" Lisa screamed franticly. "You do? We'll make an Assistant of you yet," the Magician grinned. "MMM!!! M M-M MM!!" The Magician ignored her and consulted the instructions again. "Where were we? Oh yes, here we are: 'Five: wind winch at Assistant's waist until she is bent over into the right position for cutting.'" Lisa shivered at the word 'cutting'. This idiot clearly couldn't be trusted and now he was proposing to cut her in half. She knew magic tricks were just that – tricks – and that Magician's Assistants were always restored and shown to be whole at the end of sawing illusions. She sincerely hoped that this was an illusion, maybe one with a small jigsaw with a false blade, or a spring loaded blade he would pretend to push through her, but at the bottom of her mind, some primordial part of her brain considered the real physical danger of blades. Her imagination filled with unwanted images of razor-sharp edges slicing through her flesh and toothed saws ripping into her helpless body. She felt a cold fear descend knowing she was completely at the Magician's mercy; she was firmly bound into an inflexible metal frame, and gagged. She couldn't run, she couldn't scream. Lisa was totally exposed and knew she could only be absolutely passive as this man inflicted whatever he wanted on her vulnerable body. The Magician had fixed a little handle to a cog mounted on the frame at Lisa's left hip, and as he started winding, Lisa found out the frame wasn't inflexible. The Magician turned the handle slowly and the frame – and Lisa in it – began to bend in the middle. Lisa felt her upper half start to lower itself as she was bent over at her hips. There was nothing she could do as she felt the weight of her chest being taken by the straps above and below her bosom. The Magician continued winding the handle, and Lisa discovered another subtle articulation in the frame surrounding her: her back began to arch slightly, pulling her chest back towards the vertical as her waist continued to be lowered. The Magician finished his winding and Lisa was left bent over at the hips with her waist horizontal and her upper body bent back at 45° as if she had her hands planted on a table she was bending over. A thought crossed Lisa's mind reminding her of the last time she'd been bent over like this and she momentarily forgot about the cheap-suited Magician and his infernal equipment... The fiesta was loud and long, and nobody noticed Diego pulling Lisa into an alley between two cafes. It was 2:45am. She'd met him at midnight at a churro stall, and had been laughing at his broken English chat-up lines ever since. He was very Spanish: dark skinned, thick black hair, confident and macho. Lisa had three days off and was staying at the airline's corporate apartment in the city with two other hostesses. They'd known before they'd landed that their leave coincided with the largest fiesta of the year and were well prepared. All three of the stewardesses were single, and they'd agreed they were all open to whatever liaisons the night might present to them. Lisa had succeeded first, and had abandoned Sara and Emma in favour of Diego over an hour ago. They'd danced, they'd flirted, they'd drunk sangria and Estrella, they'd eaten jamon iberico and gambas. Then they'd given in to the tension they'd both felt, given in to the urges that had brought them together in the first place, and whispered not-sweet-at-all nothings into each other's ears. Diego's deep voice and guttural – and repeated – pronunciation of the word 'culo' had Lisa's pussy moistening as she returned the compliment by telling him where she wanted to feel his jizz. He understood well enough, and his eyes darkened as his easy demeanour became nothing more than raw lust. "I can't see how I'm going to saw you in half with you like this, Lisa," he said. "I'd have thought you'd need to be laid down flat." He clapped his hands together. He dragged Lisa into the alley, behind some commercial wheeled bins, and pushed her up against the wall where he kissed her forcefully and thrust his hand between her legs. Lisa didn't resist. He wasn't gentle, and when he discovered that her knickers were already wet, he continued his hand thrust and pushed two fingers straight up her snatch. Lisa's eyes widened as she felt them go in to the knuckle, but the only noise she made was a satisfied grunt as she finally felt something inside her. Her new acquaintance's left hand had a tight hold of an ass cheek and Lisa just leant against the wall, feeling its roughness against her, and held him tightly to her, feeling his broad chest squashing her tits, and his tongue invading her mouth. Lisa felt Diego pumping his two fingers in and out of her pussy, and she ached for him to fill her with something longer, something more substantial. Her right hand found his crotch and felt the substantial erection concealed behind Diego's jeans – she clenched it as best she could. Diego grunted, shifted his weight and undid his fly with his free hand. He took Lisa's wrist and thrust her hand inside his trousers. Lisa's eyes flashed opened in pleasant surprise as she found she could only just get her slender hand round the girth of the man's thick cock and she moaned, knowing that monster would be in her pussy shortly. She wanked him vigorously. Diego removed his fingers from Lisa's soaking vagina and now gripped a buttock in each hand. He squeezed them and spread them alternately, and Lisa felt her asshole being pulled slightly when he spread her cheeks. With his hands where they were, Diego lifted Lisa off her feet, pinning her to the wall with his body. Lisa had to let go of Diego, but she soon felt the head of his prick prodding the skin of her groin. "Fuck me," she'd quietly snarled into his ear, "fuck me now, you dog." Diego pulled his face away from Lisa's, dropped her and roughly span her round so that she now faced the wall. He shoved her in the back and Lisa rested her palms against the wall while he pulled her hips backwards, forcing her to bend over. Lisa breathed deeply as she awaited the entry of Diego's dick. "Anyhoo. Comfy, Lisa?" Disturbed from her more pleasant memories of Barcelona, Lisa refocused on her current situation and the man who was currently fucking up her life. She was trapped. She was vulnerable. She had no choice but to hope it was over quickly and that this moron actually knew what he was doing. She shrugged as best she could and tried to re-distract herself with reminiscences of that wall in that alleyway... She was startled by his tongue forcing its way into her pussy, tasting her juices. She felt him spreading her ass cheeks again, felt the point of his nose bumping into her asshole. She moaned and then, seconds later, gasped as she felt Diego's tongue on her tightest hole. Her knees buckled slightly; it had been a while since anyone had done that to her, and Diego was being a little more forceful than Emma had. He started licking straight up from the front of her lips, through the crack of her pussy and over her flinching asshole. Over and over he did it, until his face and her ass were as sloppy as her cunt. Mad with desire, Lisa moaned and threw back her red hair every time his tongue started again; she needed his prick now. She felt it as Diego stood behind her and rested it on her left buttock. "No babies," he grunted. "We will have protection." This didn't matter to Lisa – she was on the Pill; but she did want to feel the man's spunk when he came, and she told him so. He smiled devilishly. "No condom, guapa – I use el metodo catolica." He gripped Lisa's ass again with his left hand, pulling it to one side. "Good!" The Magician referred again to his instructions. "'Six: attach handle to aid separation later'." He studied the instructions silently for a few seconds before raising his eyebrows and muttering. "Ah! That's what that's for. Interesting..." He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a short length of chain. He crossed to Lisa's upper body with one end of the chain in one hand, and with his other, he firmly took hold of Lisa's right breast. Her eyes remained closed, and he noticed the strange look on her face as he held it in his hand. "Sorry about this, Lisa, but I need to follow the instructions." He found the nipple under her silky white bra was already hard, which made the act of attaching the clamp much easier. "MMM!" Lisa's eye's flashed open as the clamp exerted its pressure on her nipple, but she closed them again and the strange, satisfied look returned and didn't waver as the Magician affixed the second clamp to her left, similarly erect nipple. The chain swung gently below her breasts as the Magician took up his instructions again. He pushed his enormous rod between Lisa's slathered cheeks and into her asshole. She squealed with surprise. Diego finished pushing himself into her, holding her hips firmly – she couldn't move leaning against the wall as she was. She hadn't expected this, hadn't wanted this, but she was so horny, almost delirious with lust, that she was just grateful to have this sexy fucker's cock inside her. She panted as she felt her virgin asshole stretched by Diego's monstrous prick and shivered as she felt it forcing its way deeper and deeper inside her; how far up can it go? After what seemed like an age, she finally felt his balls press against her pussy and she exhaled. But Diego started fucking her then, and she squealed again with every thrust, louder and higher as he got faster and faster. "Callate, puta," Diego whispered, leaning over her. He grabbed her hair in one hand and pulled her head back towards him, just hard enough that Lisa felt the first pricks of pain in her scalp. She smiled: this was as rough and dirty as she'd hoped – more so, in fact. The Trick: Lisa, Sawn "'Seven: align Blade A with Stocks W1.' Must have been a flat-pack," he said winking at the audience. "Now where did I put that blade I found earlier...?" In the dark alley, Diego ass-fucked his prize for the evening, banging his meat repeatedly into this sexy redhead. He could feel the end coming. Would this bitch cum from anal sex? Some did, most didn't, and he didn't really care that much: he'd cum either way, but it would be a bonus if she came while he was in her ass. Lisa closed her eyes, waiting for the moment when she felt hot spunk filling her ass. It felt so hot, so tight, so fucking good. She knew her pussy was still wet, and longed to finger herself, to make herself cum while he was inside her, but he was fucking her too hard: she needed to keep both hands on the wall to stop her face from being slammed against it. Would she be able to cum just from anal sex? She'd no idea. She regularly came during vaginal sex, but this was new – something to remember from Barcelona. Diego was pumping as hard as he could now, and Lisa felt like her anus was on fire. She felt the beginnings of her orgasm, that familiar feeling deep in her pussy, and thanked her lucky stars that anal sex would make her cum. She was still being pulled by the hair, every thrust bringing a little spike of pain to her head, contributing to her orgasm as it built. He walked off the stage and into the wings to Lisa's left leaving the audience to admire his volunteer Assistant and the impressive effect her bent-over position had had on the profile of her breasts as they hung slightly away from her body. Lisa herself was miles away. Diego let go of her hair and placed both his hands on her butt. His rhythm slowed, but he pounded her deeper and harder. Lisa knew he was about to cum in her ass, and it so fucking hot that her orgasm surprised her. She shouted out as her legs trembled and her pussy convulsed. She closed her eyes and saw stars as she squeezed her stretched asshole around Diego's cock. He pushed himself as far in as he could, grunted once more and blew his load. Lisa felt his cock spasm inside her and thought her head was going to come off. They stood there panting and still coupled while he squeezed every last drop from his manhood, depositing all his seed in her anus while Lisa took some deep breaths. He pulled his length quickly out of her, and this made her squeal again, and again when he pushed two of his fingers back up there. She felt his fingers moving in her asshole. He pulled them out, grabbed Lisa's hair again and yanked her round to face him. She looked up into his dark eyes as he pushed his cum-smeared fingers into her mouth. "Here it is!" exclaimed the Magician as he pushed on an enormous buzzsaw mounted on a trolley. It was fully five feet in diameter, with sharp, hooked, inch-long teeth all around its circumference. "This should do the trick!" He took hold of Lisa's frame in both hands and spun it on its wheels through almost 180° until Lisa was presented diagonally: her left leg and buttock were closest to the audience and her head was facing the wings. If she had turned her head she could easily have seen the audience and the buzzsaw, but she didn't and she noticed neither. Her eyes were closed, lost as she was inside herself. The Magician manoeuvred the terrific blade and carefully lined it up with the channel between the two metal bands holding Lisa's waist, leaving it poised about a foot above her helpless figure. "'Eight: turn on saw and push it all the way through the body of your Assistant!'" The Magician flung the instructions aside extravagantly. "Ladies and gentlemen," he intoned in a new, deeper voice, "for your entertainment and amazement, I will now use this undeviating and inescapable blade," he rapped it hard with a knuckle for emphasis, "to cut right through the soft and delicate body of my Assistant!" He flourished his hands in Lisa's direction. 'That was a night to remember,' thought Lisa dreamily, recalling the taste of Diego's cum from her ass. "Lisa – prepare to be cut in half!" Lisa's eyes flashed open, surprised by this new, more assured tone to the Magician's voice – and what he'd said using it. She was facing the wings and was disorientated for a second or two. The Magician had moved behind the buzzsaw's trolley and pressed the large, green button switch. The saw began to spin. The noise of the saw and the feel of the disturbed air over her waist snapped Lisa's attention to what was happening behind her. She turned her head as far as she could and struggled to comprehend what she saw: an enormous buzzsaw running at maximum RPM just inches above her body, the savage individual teeth momentarily visible when she blinked. She screamed into her gag, but nobody heard it above the sound of the saw. Lisa watched, transfixed, as the saw moved towards her waist, the maelstrom of emotions in her shocked consciousness re-started. 'I'm going to die! This can't be real! He's sick! This is going to hurt! This can't be real! I'm going to be torn to shreds! All men are pricks! It's OK – it's just a trick! I'm helpless! I can't trust him! Let me out! I need control! I have to trust him! Men are pricks! I can't escape! He knows what he's doing! I have no choice!' She closed her eyes and faced forwards again. 'I don't want to do this! Help! He can do what he wants to me! I have no choice! He can do what he wants! I don't have to decide! I have no choice! I can let it happen! Pricks! He can do what he wants! I don't have to decide! I can let it happen! I have no choice! I can do what he wants! Prick! Let it happen! I have no choice! Do what you want, I can't escape! I've made my choice: let it happen!' The saw ripped into the right side of Lisa's waist. She cried out loud and long through her gag, the sound managing to cut through the noise of the buzzsaw as its awful teeth cut through her body. The blade followed the channel between the metal bands until the edge reappeared at the left side of her waist. Lisa's cry continued, using every breath in her bent-over body. The Magician halted the blade's progress and left it spinning in Lisa's midriff, letting the audience be in no doubt about what they were seeing: a huge, solid steel buzzsaw blade was clearly spinning in the midst of his Assistant's pinioned body, her upper half to the left of it, her lower half to the right. The audience's collective mouth hung open. There was no blood, no gore, but how was that possible? That saw looked real, and it looked really sharp, and if it really is where it appears to be, then... Lisa ran out of breath. There was no pain. There had been no pain: not when she first felt the hooked teeth tear into her, and not as the inflexible metal blade passed through her. She'd felt it bite into her, but had felt only heat and a fizzing sensation as it made its way through her body; just effervescent heat and something else, something she didn't understand. She opened her eyes and looked back round at the horrific saw that was clearly parked inside her body. She shuddered and felt her knees weaken. Then she realised she'd felt her knees weaken and she felt an empty lurch in her stomach. Then she realised that her stomach had just been sawn through... 'Oh my fucking god!' she thought, closing her eyes as she tried to reconcile what they told her with what her nerves and this growing unknown feeling inside told her. She tried to swallow. The Magician pulled the spinning blade back out through Lisa's trembling body and turned it off, the disc gradually decelerating as he pushed it back offstage. He returned with a solid steel dividing blade in each hand, both 18 inches square, which he brandished above his head. "Ladies and gentlemen," he intoned again in his new confident timbre, "this is no mere illusion, no cheap trick. That was a real buzzsaw that I plunged through Lisa; I have really cut her into two separate pieces." As he spoke, he manoeuvred Lisa's frame until she was exactly side-on to the audience. "There is also no deception in these dividers which I will also push through my Assistant's form." The Magician stepped behind Lisa and smoothly pushed the dividers into their discrete guide rails and through her body one after the other. Then he came over to Lisa's upper half on the right-hand side of the stage and took hold of the 'handle' that dangled beneath her breasts. He looked Lisa square in the eye as he pulled the chain slowly but firmly towards him. The chain tightened and Lisa felt the pull on her nipples and breasts. "MMMFF!" she moaned and closed her eyes as her breasts were pulled, and when they could not be pulled out any further, her upper body began to move away from her lower half. "Mmmmm..." she groaned as the continuing pull on her breasts separated her body. When her top half could be pulled no further, a gap of two feet separated it from her lower half. The Magician continued pulling the chain, pulling her breasts further and further out. Lisa scrunched her eyes up tightly as the clamps were suddenly pulled off her hard nipples. "MM!!" she squeaked. The Magician dropped the chain, walked behind Lisa and stood in the gap he had opened up in his Assistant. He spread his arms out triumphantly. The audience reacted accordingly. Gasps turned to applause, some stood to crane their necks to see where the 'illusion' was, to see how he'd managed to appear to cut this stunning young woman into two pieces so convincingly. They couldn't see any 'illusion'. What they saw was Lisa tightly secured into a frame wearing nothing but her underwear. There was no box for her to fold her legs up into, and no voluminous outfit to disguise what was really going on. As the audience murmured and peered at every inch of Lisa, they could only conclude that the reality of what was going on was that this Magician had actually cut this woman in half. As Lisa looked over her shoulder again trying to convince herself that she really was in two pieces, the Magician spun her and her frame all the way round. "There is no trick here – I've really cut Lisa in half. As you can see, she is in two pieces." He brought her to a standstill side-on to the audience. "You can see this is really her head as she moves it, and you can see this is really her ass when I do this." "MMMPPHH!" He slapped Lisa's ass hard with his hand, and Lisa jerked in her confinement, convincing her – as well as the audience – that that really was her ass sitting two feet away from her upper half. He fixed a stern look on the audience. "This can only be magic." The audience applauded again and he bowed to them. "However," he stood straight again. "My fabulous volunteer isn't finished yet." He turned towards her. "How do like being in two pieces, Lisa?" Lisa wasn't sure. The confusing feeling inside her had grown so that it was now the dominant mood within her. A small, diminishing voice in her head said 'I feel sick! I need to feel safe!', but every other part of her – the depths of her chest, the pit of her stomach, the warmth of her loins – shouted 'More!' This part of her had apparently enjoyed the feeling of total acceptance of, and complete giving up to, the fate the Magician and his saw had determined for her. This part of her seemingly craved powerlessness, to be absolved of all responsibility for herself, to accept whatever this other person had in mind for her. This part of her felt liberated, ecstatic. She said nothing, however, prevented by this turmoil as much as by the scarf in her mouth, but the Magician guessed it all as he studied her face. "Would you like to be cut into more pieces?" Lisa shook her head as the Magician held her gaze. "Three pieces? Four? Five separate pieces of Lisa?" Lisa stopped shaking her head. 'No, I cou- could I...?' she thought craving that exhilaration again. The Magician crossed to his little table and the case upon it at stage left. He removed from it two smaller blades, each about eight inches wide with a wooden handle at one end and a sharp edge that ran diagonally across the other. He brandished them, banged them together and sliced a strip off the cloth that hung from the table with one of them. He rotated Lisa so that she was facing the audience and lined up the first blade with an unseen slot in the steel band that held the upper part of her right arm. She turned and watched what he was doing as he pushed the blade down into, and through, her arm. She closed her eyes as she felt it again, that heat, that tingling that passed through her entire being, as the blade passed through her and she felt her whole body tremble with excitement. Her captor pushed the second blade through alongside the first and she swallowed, trying to ignore the feelings in her distant pelvis that couldn't possibly be natural as she prepared herself for watching the Magician separate her arm from her. The Magician took hold of Lisa's hand and pulled. Her arm slid along a rail set into the back of the frame. As it went, Lisa concentrated on the exposed pale skin of her arm where it met the metal band, and her eyes widened further and further as the distance between her and her arm increased. The feeling inside her was growing into something far more recognisable, something far more tangible, and the heat she felt between her legs was evidence of what it was. The audience clapped again. Lisa looked at her separate arm, and then twisted her neck again to see her separate ass and legs. Distractedly, she admired the curve of her firm bent-over butt from this new perspective, but what really thrilled her was the gap she could see between her back and her hips. The voice within her rose to a roar of excitement. "MMMMMM!!" she screamed at the Magician. He looked at her and raised one eyebrow. "MMMMMMM!!!" she screamed again, vigorously nodding as much as she could. "More?" said the Magician. "MMMMMM!!!" Lisa's bunched up red hair started to fall down with the nodding. "Very well." He turned back to the audience. "We have cut Lisa in half, and cut off one of her arms – now what about one of her legs?" Lisa closed her eyes again, and sagged in both halves of her frame, gathering herself for her next division. She re-opened them when she heard the clanging of two more blades being banged together and noticed she'd been spun back into the position that presented her left thigh to the audience. The Magician held two more blades in his hands, diagonally edged as the others had been, but noticeably larger than the ones that had cut her arm off. He said nothing this time, but as Lisa looked at him, his dark eyes stared deep into Lisa's green ones. They held each other's gaze as the Magician lined up the first blade with a gap in the steel band that held the very top of Lisa's left leg above her stocking tops. Neither of them blinked or looked away as he inserted the first blade and pushed it through Lisa's firm thigh. There was the all-over tingling again, but this time it was noticeably amplified in her bra and panties. Lisa thought she was going to explode; the feeling of release was building, building to a final release that she sensed would be fantastic. 'This is so wrong,' she thought. 'Why do I feel so...horny?' The Magician pushed the second blade through and clamped both hands round his Assistant's bound and penetrated thigh. He squeezed before he ran the fingers of his right hand up and down Lisa's groin, over the stocking and her clammy skin. "Watch this," he said to her quietly, the audience forgotten. Holding the front of Lisa's right thigh with his right hand, he placed the other on the back of Lisa's left thigh and pushed. Slowly and surely, her left leg moved soundlessly along the short rails set into the frame until it had cleared her body. Lisa watched it move towards her, more of the flat steel of the divider being revealed at the top of her separated leg as it did so. Lisa groaned as she took in this sight, one that seemed suddenly and unbelievably alluring. "Mmmmmmmm..." 'I'm in three pieces – no: four pieces,' she thought. 'I can see my right arm away over there and my butt and legs behind me, and I've just watched my left leg move back towards me! I can see daylight between both halves of my waist and arm and leg!' She wiggled her toes inside her heels and, watching her leg as she did so, felt them doing so despite the fact there were now two interruptions between her feet and her head. She turned to her cut-off arm and did the same with her fingers. Thrilled, and satisfied, she looked over her shoulder again and regarded her ass. She clenched and unclenched her buttocks, seeing her flesh rise and fall as she did so. She contracted the muscles of her moistening vagina, and felt the warmth and wetness of herself in a part of her that was now detached. "MMMMMM!!!" Lisa shouted into her gag, nodding with her eyes wide. The audience clapped again, shaking their heads in disbelief. The Magician stood and regarded them. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "I give you four different bits of Lisa!" He bowed again as the audience admired his handiwork, then he clicked his fingers and the main curtain fell across the stage in front of him in a flash of smoke. – After the curtain fell, the Magician wheeled the four pieces of my body backstage. I watched, mesmerised, as he cut off my right arm in the same way that he'd cut off my left, and then turned my upper body round so that I faced the lower half of my divided body. I finally came, screaming in ecstasy through my scarf, as I watched the Magician push two more blades through my left thigh and pull my leg away from my exposed ass. As I recovered from this shattering, liberating release, the Magician's hands roamed the various parts of my multiply-severed form. He caressed the groins of each of my separated legs and the feel of his hands squeezing my bound thighs was all the more electrifying for knowing my legs weren't actually attached. He ran his nails along the underside of each of my amputated arms, the light scratches teasing the ultrasensitive skin there, and he ran his hands up and down my back and placed them gently round my neck. He squeezed each of my breasts hard with his strong fingers, before he eased them out of my pretty bra and pulled at and twisted my rigid nipples as I watched the absorbed look on his face. I was still horny, despite my orgasm, and his treatment of my tits maintained my heightened level of arousal. Everything he did turned me on, every touch was electric, every look he gave me sent new shivers coursing through every part of my body – whether attached or not. I watched while he roughly grasped a rounded butt cheek in each hand and squeezed, spreading my cheeks beneath my panties. He rubbed his hard cock, still beneath the material of his trousers, up and down the crack of my bent-over ass looking into my face as he did so. Now, I needed him now. I willed him to release himself from his trousers and slide his cock into my sopping pussy, implored him as hard as I could using only my eyes. He got the message. He pushed my sodden panties to one side and I watched as he undid his zip, pulled out his long, hard cock, and pushed it inside me. I was impaled on his prick, penetrated again – this time in my pussy, the part of me he had separated from the rest of me, the part of me that now only consisted of my pussy and my ass. I faced him while he fucked me, sliding his dick in and out of my cunt, his hips banging against my ass cheeks. He pulled my nipple with his left hand and spanked me with his right, each instance of sharp pain making my eyes narrow. I couldn't take my eyes off him and what he was doing to me: I could see his penis moving into me as he fucked me from behind; I could see his hand landing spank after spank on my ass. This was too hot: he'd restrained me totally, he'd cut me into several pieces; I couldn't move, and couldn't stop what was happening to me even if I'd tried. I was going to cum again.