"How do I look?" Tara asked.
Steve looked at her hungrily. She wore a pair of red 6" stilettos, which enhanced her long, lightly tanned legs. A short red skirt barely reached her thighs and met the bottom of a skin-tight red halter top, through which the outline of her firm breasts and nipples was clearly visible. She wore bright red lipstick, and her long dark hair was arranged in a complex-looking fashion which kept it all on top of her head.
"Wow!" Steve said, practically drooling. He moved toward her.
"Not now!" Tara said, laughing and dancing away from him. "This took me an hour to get right, and they'll be here any minute."
Reluctantly, Steve stopped. Tara stepped close to him, one hand reaching down to stroke his hard cock through his pants. "Where's Jo?" she asked.
The tall blonde had arrived several hours earlier. After a few minutes thought, Steve had got her to dress in a metallic silver body-suit, which exposed the inner sides of her C-cup breasts, with cut-outs that showed off her sides and a high cut bottom that showed off her shapely buttocks. She wore 4" black high-heeled shoes, and elbow-length black gloves to finish off the "Magician's assistant" look.
"She's getting ready for the show." Steve answered.
"Well, since we have a few minutes to kill..." Tara said, kneeling in front of him and quickly unzipping his pants.
Steve groaned as she took his hard cock into her mouth. In the past, Tara hadn't been keen on blow-jobs, but since the guillotine one, she'd given him several. He leant back on the wall, and went to put his hands on her head.
"No!" she exclaimed, pulling her mouth off him. "Don't touch my hair!".
Steve grinned, closed his eyes and stood passively while Tara sucked his cock. After what seemed like days of pleasure, he croaked "I'm going to cum!". Tara kept sucking, and as he erupted with a mass of semen into her mouth, she quickly swallowed it, continuing to pump his cock with her mouth until the eruption ceased.
Tara finished swallowing Steve's semen, then stood up, grinning. She looked at his lipstick-covered cock. "I'd better go and put more lippy on." she said and left the room.
Steve fixed up his pants and went to get ready for the show.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Steve opened the door and in came his brother and 8 other men, all laughing and joking loudly.
He herded them into the large downstairs performance room his grandfather used when demonstrating his magic to his friends and family.
Various plates of food were set out on a table, and bottles of beer and other drinks were in buckets of ice. After a few minutes the guys sat down around small tables, two or three to a table.
"When does the action start?" one of them, Jack, asked Steve.
Steve grinned. "Now." he said.
The room lights dimmed slightly, and the stage curtains opened. Standing in the centre of the stage was Tara in her stripper outfit. She stood, hands on hips, smiling provocatively for a few seconds until rhythmic music started to play. Tara started to dance around the stage, moving easily on her stilettos, as every eye followed her. She run her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. She reached up, and removed a clip from her hair, which then cascaded down around her head.
After about 30 seconds of this she turned her back, and in one swift motion yanked her skirt off, revealing a small white thong. Turning back to the audience, she threw her skirt off stage and strutted to the front of the stage and gestured to one of the men near it to come over. Grinning she knelt, legs apart, and whispered to him. He grinned and held out his arms. Tara dropped into his arms, and let him carry her into the centre of the tables.
As she danced Tara was becoming increasingly aroused. She was in front of an audience of men who were completely focused on her, and she found that almost overwhelming. As she was carried, the guy carrying her was stroking her ass around her thong.
Tara wriggled out of his arms, and pushed him back toward his seat, as she continued her dance only feet from the men.
After more dancing, she strutted over to Steve, and sat across his lap. She could feel his cock straining through the fabric of his pants and her thong.
"Take off my top." she whispered in his ear.
Eagerly, Steve reached to the two sets of strings holding her halter on. He undid the bottom set, and then ran his hands up her belly and cupped her breasts. She smiled as he did so, and leant back so the other men could see what was happening. Steve squeezed her nipples and she leant forward again.
"You've just set a precedent, you know." she whispered again to him, as his hands undid the other set of strings.
Steve grinned and threw her top away, the other men whistling and calling out as he fondled her nearly naked body.
Tara stood again, panting, and danced on wearing just her thong. Men reached out for her, but she danced away and around them all for another minute or so, always staying just out of reach. Once she judged they were worked to a fever pitch, she danced up to another guy, Phil, and put his hands on the band of her thong on her thighs. She threw her head back as he pulled her thong down, revealing her completely shaven pussy. She then danced around again, naked, before climbing back on the stage (giving them all a good view of her pussy) and strutting back stage. The curtains closed as the audience applauded and whistled enthusiastically.
Steve stood in front of the audience. "She'll be back later, but now, something a little different."
He climbed on the stage as the curtains opened again. In the centre of the stage was a Small table . On the audience's left stood a man-sized cabinet and a low, cloth-covered rack.
Steve walked to the table and picked up a large black cloth on a hoop. He held it up in front of him to show that it contained nothing, then walked to the front of the stage and jumped back down. He went to one of the tables and placed the hoop and cloth on it.
He gestured and the hoop began to rise, to gasps from the audience. Within seconds it was 6' off the table. Steve acknowledged the brief applause (and calls to "bring on the girls!") and clapped his hands once.
The cloth collapsed, leaving behind Jo dressed in her skimpy silver costume. This time there was real applause as Steve helped her down off the table and led her up onto the stage.
Once there she wheeled the tall cabinet to the centre of the stage, then returned for low rack. Steve whipped the cover off the rack to reveal an array of 6 long swords.
Jo sneered as she saw them. "Is that the best you can do?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
Steve frowned, then ran off stage briefly, while Jo chose a volunteer from the audience.
Steve returned to the stage pushing a second rack holding another 9 swords. Jo's eyes widened slightly when she saw them, then she shrugged and grinned.
"This is Phil, my volunteer." she said.
"Phil, your job will be to restrain Jo inside this cabinet. Think you can do it?"
Phil nodded, grinning, obviously pleased at the opportunity to man handle such a lovely girl.
Jo opened the front of the cabinet to reveal 7 manacles on short chains. She stood in it, and Steve instructed Phil to begin to manacle her in.
Jo felt the first manacle close about her left ankle, then the second around her right. She gasped at the coldness of the metal bracelet as Phil closed the third around her right thigh and the forth around her left. She held her wrists down beside her body, and Phil chained them into place, before attaching the final collar around her neck.
"Thanks Phil!" Steve said, "An excellent job!". All eyes were glued to Jo's body - her breasts half on display and the contrast between her body and the cold steel restraints.
As Phil returned to his seat, Steve shut the front of the cabinet. On the front was a stylised image of Jo in her costume. He pointed out where Jo's fingers and feet were visible through narrow slots, then opened a small door, through which the audience could see Jo's still-smiling face.
Steve shut the head door, then picked up a sword. He flexed it and showed that it was rigid. He then placed it in a vertical slot above Jo's still wiggling left hand. The audience was calling encouragements.
"Wait!" he said, "You don't really want me to hurt lovely Jo, do you?" The men shouted that they really did. Steve shrugged. "OK, fair enough.".
Steve thrust the first sword through Jo's left forearm.
Inside the cabinet Jo bit her lip as the sword passed through her arm. She whimpered slightly at the pain. Her whimpers became sobs as more swords were inserted into her right wrist, left ankle, right ankle, left thigh and right thigh.
"Let's see how she's holding up." Steve suggested, opening the head box. Jo smiled out wanly.
He shut the box, and picked up the first of the 9 additional swords Jo had asked for. He placed it into a horizontal slot in the gap in the left side of Jo's costume and stabbed it home.
Jo screamed for real as the sword stabbed through her left side. She screamed again as her right side was treated in the same way. She felt a strange warmth from the swords, as well as the pain.
Steve picked up the third extra sword and quickly pushed it through a vertical hole between Jo's breasts, then another two which he stabbed through her hips.
10"I didn't really want to damage her costume." Steve quipped, "After all it's expensive. Oh well."
He picked up the sixth extra blade and run Jo through, through the belly.
Jo felt her belly being pierced and sobbed in a combination of pain and pleasure. The next blade passed through the centre of her right breast, and she felt her costume part and slip off her tit. Her left breast was treated similarly.
Steve picked up the final sword and indicated a pair of slots forming a cross over her pussy. "Across or down?" he asked. The men yelled for down, and Steve turned the blade and slid it into the horizontal slot. He heard a low moan from inside the cabinet.
"Ooops. You guys meant the other way, didn't you?" he asked. He pulled the sword back out and turned it vertically and reinserted it.
Inside the box, Jo felt the first insertion cut through her vagina. She felt the sword sliding through her and nearly came from the feeling. When Steve yanked the sword back out, she moaned again, and felt her costume give way, the crotch parting. The second insertion just caught the edge of her clitoris, and she moaned and rocked in orgasm.
Steve grinned as he saw the swords twitching, knowing that Jo was likely cuming inside the box.
Moving swiftly, Steve removed the swords, placing them into the racks. Once they were all out, he opened the box.
Jo was still chained inside the box. Her body-suit now consisted of ragged tatters around her waist and a few bits on the floor, revealing her firm breasts and shaved pussy. Steve got Phil back up to undo the manacles, which he did, first her neck (accidentally brushing his bare arm over her breasts), then her wrists.
He knelt in front of her and stared at her gleaming pussy as he undid her thigh manacles and then finally her ankle manacles.
Steve took Jo's hand, and they bowed to applause and wolf-whistles.
"Be right back!" Steve said, and the walked off stage as the curtain came down.
End of Part 6