Prestidigitation

Prestidigitation

A story about a magic show.

I had heard from my friend Gerry about an “underground” stage magician by the name of Sinister de Sade, who incorporated elements of BDSM and sex into his performances. Gerry gave me a ticket, and told me to go to what I thought was a closed down factory on a local trading estate, and to be there at 11.45 on the Friday night. The show started at midnight.

So I went along on the Friday night. The place didn’t look very inviting. I hoped that Gerry wasn’t having some fun at my expense. But the ticket looked real enough: admit one, Sinister de Sade live show, Friday the 13th.

I knocked on the side door of the factory, where Gerry had told me to go. To my surprise the door opened. Warm light flooded out into the cold, dark night.

No bouncer on the door. Instead it was a young woman dressed all in shiny black latex. The latex was very tight. I thought it must be uncomfortably so. It looked like it had been painted on. I could see the indentations in the latex caused by her nipples, and she had a definite camel toe. The latex included a mask disguising her features, except for a pair of large, brown doe eyes, and full lips with bright vermilion lipstick.

“Ticket please.” she said.

“Please go through.” she said, indicating another door. “Enjoy the show.”

I went through the other door, into a large room, but by no means theatre-sized. A few dozen chairs had been laid out facing a small stage. About of them already had people sitting in them. Several of the audience were in what could be described as fetish wear, although nothing which would get them arrested. I took a seat next to a forty-ish milf in tight leather, including a corset. She had strawberry blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders. The woman was definitely top-heavy. If I didn’t like the show I could always glance at her.

On the stage there was the sort of paraphernalia you might expect to see in any standard magic show: a cabinet, a table with stuff on it, and so on.

At the stroke of midnight the lights dimmed in the room, except for the ones illuminating the stage. Two people walked out onto the stage. One was a dark-haired guy in his thirties, wearing a suit that included a cape, red on the inside, and black on the outside. He also wore a black top hat. The other was a woman in a sparkly, figure-hugging leotard, the magician’s assistant. She was in her twenties, with short, dark hair, and a very curvaceous body.

“I am Sinister de Sade.” the magician announced. He had a European accent, maybe German. That part of the world, anyway. “And this is my beautiful assistant, Salome von Sacher-Masoch. Please give her a big round of applause.

We clapped. Why not? She was stunningly attractive.

“I am sure that you all admire Salome’s costume.” de Sade said. “However, for the sort of sortilege which we will be practising tonight, it will get in the way of the magic.”

De Sade took a small magician’s wand off the table. He waved it at Salome. There was a sudden puff of smoke around the assistant, and a shriek from Salome. When the smoke cleared – and that was only about a second later – Salome was entirely naked. There was no way in which she could have taken off her leotard so quickly.

Her breasts were above average in size. She was still young enough that they didn’t sag. Her pubis was shaven. She was a very beautiful woman. The show was definitely looking up. I crossed my legs, in a vain attempt to hide the fact that I was beginning to get an erection. I wished that I hadn’t sat next to a woman. Too late now, though.

“I think that it is unfair that Salome has been disrobed, but not I.” de Sade said. “Should I change as well, Salome?”.

She put her thumbs up.

De Sade waved the wand over himself. There was another puff of white smoke. When it cleared his suit, cape, and top hat had gone. Now he was semi-naked. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps, which did nothing to hide the fact that he had a massive erection. His prick had to be ten inches long, with a purplish, plum-sized head. His chest was naked, and very hairy. Over his head there was an evil-looking black leather hood. It had an opened zipper for a mouth, and shiny metal studs on the outside. I couldn’t see how he could have changed his outfits in the blink of an eye. You never used to get anything like this with Paul Daniels.

“And now, for the next piece of magic, I will produce a dildo out of Salome. You are hiding a dildo, aren’t you, Salome, you naughty girl?”

Salome shook her head and feigned innocence.

“Open your legs, slut.”

Salome stood with her legs widely spread. The magician reached between her labia and began to ease out something inside her. I saw a few inches of a bright pink dildo emerge, as Salome sighed in unfeigned pleasure.

“I said you were hiding a dildo, didn’t I?”

Salome looked embarrassed.

De Sade slid out more of the dildo, until there was six inches of the thick dildo hanging out of Salome’s shaven cunt. I could see her juices glistening on it. More slowly emerged as de Sade eased the dildo out of his assistant: nine inches, twelve inches, fifteen inches, eighteen inches and it was out! She’d had a double dildo inside her. No, that was impossible. Good trick, though.

“That’s not a cunt, that’s the Mersey Tunnel.” de Sade said, putting the glistening pink double dildo on the table, as Salome hung her head. “I think you deserve punishment for being such a dirty slut. Into the cabinet.”

De Sade opened the door at the front of the cabinet. Salome stepped inside, with a look of trepidation on her face. De Sade closed the door. Then he undid some sort of catch part way up the door. The door was in two parts. He raised the top part, revealing two holes at around chest height.

“Your breasts please, Salome.” Surely her breasts were too large for the two holes which would be made when the top part of the door was lowered. But, with a lot of mauling of tender tit flesh, and a lot of oohs and aahs from Salome, the magician was able to bring the top part of the door back down, trapping Salome’s breasts at the base, near her chest. Her breasts were now on the outside of the cabinet. The magician locked the door in place, so that there was no way that Salome would be able to withdraw her breasts. They were trapped. Her breasts began to redden with the blood trapped inside them.

“Oh, but I think that we can get them redder than that.” de Sade said. He picked a riding crop off the table. He swished it a few times through the air, as though testing it. Then he stood next to the cabinet, being careful not to block the sight of us in the audience. He delivered a cruel slash to Salome’s right breast.

Whihhhh

A red line appeared on the upper surface of the breast. This was no play whipping. This was for real..

“Ah!” Salome gasped, from inside the cabinet. “No, more.” It sounded as though she was asking for more.

“You want more?” de Sade asked. He didn’t wait for a reply.

Whihhhh

A red line appeared on the milky upper surface of Salome’s left breast. Thus began a cruel and long cropping of Salome’s breasts. De Sade did not stop until he had marked almost every inch of Salome’s bulging breasts, turning them purple. By then Salome was sobbing in pain.

“I think that’s red enough, don’t you?” de sade said. A rhetorical question. I thought that some people in the audience would have been happy for the whipping to continue. I glanced at the blonde milf beside me. I saw that she had one hand down the front of her leather trousers, openly masturbating. Her face was flushed. Was she fantasising about being the whipper or the whippee?

“Normally, this is the part of a magician’s show where he would run skewers or swords through the side of the cabinet.” de Sade said. “But that is cheating. You cannot see what is happening inside the cabinet. I am going to run skewers through the parts of Salome which are on the outside of the cabinet.”

De Sade sauntered over to the table. He picked up six long, metal skewers. They glittered in the stage lights. He tested the end of one of them with a finger.

“Ooh, sharp.” he sucked the end of the finger as though he had hurt himself. He walked back to Salome.

I held my breath, not believing I was going to see this. I was. I saw one skewer after another slowly pierce Salome’s purple breasts. Each skewer went all of the way through, pushing out the skin as the end emerged from the other side of a breast. Salome screamed her head off. By the time that three shiny skewers were transfixing each breast she had been reduced to making low gurgling sounds.

The magician slowly removed the skewers. He put them back on the table. He opened the top cabinet door, freeing Salome’s trapped breasts. She pulled them back inside the cabinet, away from any further tortures. Then de Sade let Salome out of the cabinet. She flounced out proudly. There was no a mark on her milky white breasts. She had not been harmed. A very good trick, and I had no idea how it had been done. But the show wasn’t over yet.

“Do you like electricity, Salome?” de Sade asked. She shook her head vehemently. The magician smiled, and touched the tips of his fingers together. There was a bright blue flash of electricity.

“When I touch something it is rather shocking.” de Sade said. He touched Salome’s left nipple. There was a blue spark, and Salome jumped about an inch in the air.

“Ow!” she said. She rubbed her nipple and gave de Sade a dirty look.

“No reason why your other nipple should miss out.”

“Oh, come on, you really are a painslut. You love this stuff.”

De Sade had Salome stand with her legs apart. He crouched down, but was sure not to block our vision of what he was doing.

“One finger up her cute little arsehole.” he said, as he buried an index finger in her anus. “And one up her sweet little slit.” He buried his other index finger in her cunt.

“And now we turn on the power.”

I swear I saw her light up. Her hair stood on end, all frizzy. She screamed and jerked, was though a thousand volts were going through her. De Sade kept it up for at least a minute, before removing his fingers from her. Salome collapsed to the floor of the stage, almost totally spent.

“And now, Salome will perform her own trick. She will make my erection disappear.”

The magician had been erect all through the stage show. He was still as hard as rock. Salome crawled over on hands in knees. She knelt in front of de Sade. Then she gave him an incredible blow job. She was able to swallow all ten inches as she bobbed her head up and down. After a couple of minutes de Sade pulled his wet prick out of Salome’s mouth and unloaded copious amounts of spunk on his assistant’s face, almost entirely covering it with the white gobs of sperm. The stage then went dark. The show was over. We all applauded. The lights came back up, but the performers had gone.

“If you liked what you saw on the stage, why don’t you come home with me?” the milf next to me said, feeling my crotch and my erection. “I’ll let you do all that to me. But, this time, it would be for real.”

How could I refuse? Friday the thirteenth proved certainly lucky for me…