Chapter 9 - The Pussy Magician
John popped the tape in the VCR and sat back to watch.
There were no credits. The camera focussed on a padded restraining table.
For the moment, it didn't have an occupant. The camera scanned sideways.
Next to the restraining table, a nude, red-haired beauty stood uncomfortably
on bare tiptoes. Her ruby lips were wrapped around a bright red ball gag, held
in place by a studded, black leather strap that passed through the center of the
ball and buckled behind her head. Her wrists were cuffed together behind her
back.
The carpet matched the drapes. Her dark red pubic bush matched her long dark
red hair.
The sweating redhead was on tiptoe for an excellent reason. Two nooses were
looped tightly around the base of her breasts. Her big breasts were purple and
swollen. They were stretched obscenely upwards like two distorted beachballs by
the taut nooses. The tightly cinched nooses were strangling her poor breasts,
cutting off circulation and making them swell up agonizingly.
A tall, dark, handsome gentleman in an expensive, black silk suit stepped up
next to her. He flashed a dazzling, white smile at the camera.
"Hello, fans of female distress and misery! I'm Cruel Abdul. I'm wanted for
murder in 17 countries, so I'm not too worried about showing you my face. What's
another murder or two? They can only execute you once! I'm your host for this
evening's entertainment."
He gestured at the redhead. The two nooses held her facing forward. She
looked at him wildy out of the corner of her lovely green eyes. He squeezed one
of her sweating buttocks affectionately.
"This is Cindy. As you can see, she's already working hard to amuse you with
her bare bod! She's going to work even harder still after the Pussy Magician
puts in his performance.That's when we crank her all the way up so those pretty
little toes leave the ground."
Cindy spoke earnestly. Courtesy of the large ball gag filling her mouth, she
ended up sounding like Kenny on South Park. Abdul listened intently and then
nodded his head as if he understood her and agreed completely.
"You're right, Cindy. That's really going to hurt! Your breasts are going to
start tearing internally. They're probably tearing internally right now."
Cindy babbled some more into her gag. Abdul nodded agreement again.
"Right you are, Cindy! When your whole weight is hanging from your tits,
they may be ripped right off your chest!"
He gestured at Cindy's perfectly painted toenails.
"You'll notice that she's standing on a trap door. When we crank ole Cindy
up off the ground so that she's hanging by her tits, we'll open the trap door
that covers the spike pit - a veritable forest of six foot steel spikes. If her
tits rip off, she falls on the spikes. It's a twelve foot drop. We have cameras
underneath to photograph her drop, every inch of the way down, in loving slow
motion. If she falls, we'll capture her impalement from a pleasing variety of
angles in glorious living (and dying) color - mainly red!"
Cindy, glistening with sweat, babbled something further, her green eyes wide
and earnest. Abdul's head bobbed in agreement.
"That's right, Cindy. Your tits might hold! In that case, you die of slow
asphyxiation. You are doubtless experiencing some difficulty sucking in air now,
with your chest pulled out and up and a lot of your weight hanging from your
diaphragm. With your whole weight hanging from your chest, you won't last long.
You'll be emptying your bowels and bladder for the cameras and going into your
death spasms fairly quickly."
Cindy babbled something that sounded very much like despairing agreement. He
put his arm around her bare shoulders and lightly rested some of his weight on
her. Cindy's lovely green eyes widened and she squealed like a boiled pig. Abdul
laughed and withdrew his arm.
"Well, that's enough of Cindy for now. We'll come back after the show and
see how those taut, straining calf muscles are holding up. As you can see, she's
in great shape! Her tits will probably be a deeper shade of purple and stretched
a bit further too."
Cruel Abdul smiled at Cindy. His hand dipped between her legs and gave her
an intimate grope. Cindy babbled some more and humped her hips. It was obvious
she was offering him some. Cruel Abdul laughed.
"Right now? In front of everybody?"
Cindy nodded desperately. Cruel Abdul laughed delightedly.
"Sorry, honey, I've got a pair of prime pussies waiting back stage. I've got
to save my strength. Thanks for offering, though."
Cindy burst into tears. Abdul was delighted.
"Don't go away, honey. You've got a big night ahead of you and lot's of fans
eager to see you deliver."
Cruel Abdul gestured at the padded restraining table. He flashed his
dazzling smile.
"And now, Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to introduce The Pussy Magician,
Count Eduardo!."
Formally dressed in a top hat and tails, the elegantly clad Pussy Magician
stepped forward. An aristocratic looking gentleman, Count Eduardo held his hand
out dramatically towards a stunning beauty, wearing a top hat and tails, high
heels and stockings. Other than that she was stark naked. The front of her
jacket had been cut away to display her magnificent breasts, smooth bare belly
and richly curled pussy. She postured boldly.
"Introducing Count Eduardo's beautiful assistant: Cherry!"
Cruel Abdul mugged briefly for the camera.
"And what is a pussy magician without a pussy? No, although she's certainly
prime, tonight's pussy is not Cherry!""
Abdul waggled his eyebrows comically like Groucho. The camera moved to Count
Eduardo and his beautiful assistant. In a rolling basso profundo voice, Count
Eduardo spoke commandingly to his assistant.
"Get me some pussy, Cherry!"
In his seat in front of the TV, John sniggered.
Cherry held up a leash dramatically. She gave it a pull. A tall blond
attached to the leash by a dog collar stepped reluctantly onto the stage. She
was wearing thigh high stockings, black high heels and nothing else. Like Cindy,
her mouth was filled with a large red ball gag, held in place by a studded,
black leather strap. She was a natural blond. The carpet matched the drapes. A
very full-figured beauty with big breasts and flowing blond hair that hung down
to her delectable bare buttocks, she didn't look like she knew what to expect
exactly.
Count Eduardo commanded calmly in his deep, rich voice.
"Cherry! Get the voluptuous Vikki up on the table and strap her down."
Cherry patted the restraining table. She was a hard, cynical sounding vixen.
"Get up on the table, Vikki. Lie on your back."
Voluptuous Vikki looked scared and nervous. Cherry began to get impatient.
"Just do it, Vikki! You don't want to end up like Cindy, do you?"
Vikki hopped up onto the table and lay on her back.
"Put your hands over your head, Vikki."
Vikki's slim wrists were cuffed together to the head of the table. Her legs
were folded under her so that her high heels were under her ass lifting it up in
the air. Her ankles were cuffed together. A strap was looped around her calf and
thigh on each leg and cinched tight to keep them folded. Before this strap was
cinched tight, two slim, stainless steel chains were looped around each knee and
attached to either side of the table spreading her thighs wide and exposing
Vikki's upthrust pussy nicely. A thin leather strap crossed her waist, pinning
her to the table. Two more restraining straps crossed her chest, one above and
one below her quivering tits.
Cherry spent a few moments cinching the straps painfully tight. Vikki
groaned as the straps and chains were tightened brutally. Her groin muscles
could be seen straining against the chains which held her knees spread wide.
When Cherry was done, Vikki could lift her head off the table to see what was
happening and that was about it. A V-shaped section of the table between Vikki's
trembling, wide-spread thighs was removed to grant easier access to her
helplessly bound, fully exposed, nude body.
Cherry got out a tube of K-Y jelly. Vikki groaned as Cherry's long, knowing
fingers worked it in to her labia and vaginal passage. Cherry was cheerful.
"Vikki! A woman in your position, shamelessly showing everyone the goodies,
has to be well-lubricated. Believe me, you'll be grateful!"
Voluptuous Vikki moaned helplessly in fear.
Count Eduardo removed his jacket and top hat. He handed them to Cherry. He
rolled up the sleeves of his shirt past his elbows. The implication was plain:
nothing up his sleeves. With a small flourish, Cherry handed him a bottle of
baby oil. He splashed it on his hands. Vikki had her pretty head lifted up from
the table, watching carefully, wide-eyed and apprehensive.
Count Eduardo stepped up to Vikki. Pausing significantly, he held up one
finger to the camera. Big breasted Vikki was breathing in short, fearful gulps.
Her bare boobs quivered like jelly, capped by fear-hardened nipples. She
whimpered as Count Eduardo slipped first one exploratory finger and then two
fingers inside her cunt.
Suddenly, he rammed his fist in, forearm deep. Vikki screamed hard into her
ball gag. Her naked body strained violently against the tight straps as he
twisted his fist hard inside her. He dramatically withdrew his fist, opened it
... and released a dove.
The small studio audience applauded. Vikki was red-faced and panting hard.
Her cuntlips were red and swollen. The dove settled on Cherry's extended hand
and was put in a cage.
Count Eduardo stepped up to Vikki's splayed open cunt and held up two
fingers. Vikki raised her lovely, tear-stained face and shook her head
frantically. She made small, pleading noises into her gag. She screamed even
higher than before as his fist rammed into her most intimate orifice. Her
shreiks grew higher and more raw sounding as he squeezed and pinched inside her,
mugging comically for the cameras, feeling around for doves.
He jerked out his hand ... and released two doves simultaneously. The
well-trained doves flew straight to Cherry who put them in the cage with the
first dove.
Count Eduardo stepped up to a frantic, wild-eyed Vikki and held up three
fingers. Vikki lost bladder control and peed herself. The dark yellow urine
sprayed messily from her crotch and splattered noisily onto the padded table.
Count Eduardo looked at his panic-stricken victim lying in a slowly expanding
puddle of her own urine and grinned at his assistant.
"Cherry! Do you think that this vile smelling bitch has three more doves up
her cunt?"
Vikki shook her head frantically. Cherry smirked.
"She looks EXACTLY like the sort of shameless hussy that would hide doves up
her cunt!"
The Count looked dubious.
"I'd have to use both hands!"
Vikki was absolutely horror-stricken. She jerked against the tightly cinched
straps frantically, but futilely. Cherry was firmly supportive of her man.
"You can do it, Count Eduardo!"
Count Eduardo frowned thoughtfully, an expert contemplating a difficult
task.
"Do you think that she needs a bit more lubrication?"
Vikki nodded yes, desperation in her wildly darting eyes. Cherry was more
sanguine.
"She's fine just as she is! All it needs is a pair of good, strong hands and
plenty of strength. You're strong! You're brutal! You can do it! Open the bitch
wide!"
Vikki squealed frantically and her deep blue eyes bulged as the Count began
to wiggle the fingers of both hands into her poor, brutalized orifice...
Afterwards, when the three new doves were in their cage, the camera panned
over Vikki's luscious blond body. Still strapped down lewdly on the table, poor
Vikki was bawling hysterically, eyes bloodshot, snot dribbling from her nose and
blood seeping from her slit.
Count Eduardo and Cherry bowed to tumultuous applause. The Count gestured
happily.
"Over to you, cool Abdul and hot, sweaty Cindy!"
As cool, cruel Abdul had predicted, Cindy's poor strangled boobs were more
swollen and a much deeper shade of purple than before. Abdul ran his hands over
her violently trembling calves.
"It's the moment of truth, Cindy."
As she was slowly winched up, Cindy gave vent to some of the rawest screams
John had ever heard. Even his first wife hadn't screamed that loud when he was
carving her up before putting her remains in that ill-advised New Jersey swamp.
At that moment, he knew that these were the perfect people to take care of his
Lisa problem...
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