{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"9c87e25c-5210-4c75-931a-7189e9ee7577","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-10-22T15:55:56.715Z","title":"Prestidigitation","slug":"prestidigitation","shortId":"OmnG5Feh","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"(c) The Author.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A story about a BDSM magic show.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"1921d502-4b64-4033-84ff-f55d668c4106","title":null,"summary":"\nPrestidigitation\n\n\n\nA story about a magic show.\n\n\n\nI had heard from my friend\nGerry about an “under","wordCount":1904,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nPrestidigitation

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\nA story about a magic show.

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

\n So I went along on the\nFriday night. The place didn’t look very inviting. I hoped that\nGerry wasn’t having some fun at my expense. But the ticket looked\nreal enough: admit\none, Sinister de Sade live show, Friday the 13th.

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

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

\n “Ticket please.” she\nsaid.

\n “Please go through.”\nshe said, indicating another door. “Enjoy the show.”

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

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

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

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

\n We clapped. Why not? She\nwas stunningly attractive.

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

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

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

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

\n She put her thumbs up.

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

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

\n Salome shook her head and\nfeigned innocence.

\n “Open your legs, slut.”

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

\n “I said you were hiding a\ndildo, didn’t I?” \n

\n Salome looked embarrassed. \n

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

\n “That’s not a cunt,\nthat’s the Mersey Tunnel.” de Sade said, putting the glistening\npink double dildo on the table, as Salome hung her head. “I think\nyou deserve punishment for being such a dirty slut. Into the\ncabinet.”

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

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

\n “Oh, but I think that we\ncan get them redder than that.” de Sade said. He picked a riding\ncrop off the table. He swished it a few times through the air, as\nthough testing it. Then he stood next to the cabinet, being careful\nnot to block the sight of us in the audience. He delivered a cruel\nslash to Salome’s right breast.

\n Whihhhh

\n A red line appeared on the\nupper surface of the breast. This was no play whipping. This was for\nreal..

\n “Ah!” Salome gasped,\nfrom inside the cabinet. “No, more.” It sounded as though she was\nasking for more.

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

\n Whihhhh

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

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

\n “Normally, this is the\npart of a magician’s show where he would run skewers or swords\nthrough the side of the cabinet.” de Sade said. “But that is\ncheating. You cannot see what is happening inside the cabinet. I am\ngoing to run skewers through the parts of Salome which are on the\noutside\nof the cabinet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

\n “No reason why your other\nnipple should miss out.”

\n “Oh, come on, you really\nare a painslut. You love this stuff.”

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

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

\n “And now we turn on the\npower.”

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

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

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

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

\n How could I refuse? Friday\nthe thirteenth proved certainly lucky for me…

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