The Magic Show

The Magic Show

By Francis Drake

Posted by JackFD, with Francis Drake’s permission.

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This story is an excerpt from a 60,000 word novel that is currently being written by Francis Drake, and is the second book in the Dragon Slave series with a working title of Preparing Rachel. In this series, a magic house built by wizards many years in the past controls the things around it. The house affects people differently. Most people approach the house with a feeling of foreboding and turn around, never making it to the front door. Those that make it often find that their sexuality and other emotions become stronger. In addition, a room in the basement holds a door that opens onto other worlds. At this point in the series, a wizard from another land, Henry, has joined the family and acts as a butler as well as leading the family on excursions to other lands.

Rachel, a homicide detective, has just had a very bad day and has retreated to her friend’s house to get away from her city life. Rachel did not plan to stay long so she did not bring clothes. She’s dressing in whatever wardrobe is at the house, which contains a large selection of very sexy outfits. Rachel is taken through a door to another time and place to see a magic show with real magic where women are used for entertainment.

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Rachel and Megan walked into the kitchen. Michael, Henry, and Babeta simply stared. Then Michael said, “Amethyst and I did a good job selecting your clothes. I like the tiaras.”

Megan said, “Isn’t she beautiful?”, She will be the bell of the ball.”

Amethyst came around the corner form the back stairs and was caught off guard by what she saw. “Rachel, you are beautiful.”

“Thank you, Amethyst. Your outfit is lovely also.”

Amethyst’s skirt was made of the same material as Rachel’s and Megan’s but in a girlish fashion, above mid-thigh. The lace top was very much like theirs. However, there was nothing under it.

Henry spoke up saying, “We don’t want to miss our reservation, so we’d better go.”

Rachel followed everybody to the basement. “I guess I won’t see anybody I know. Can I ask where we are going?”

“I don’t know,” Megan said. “I am just along for the ride too.”

Rachel followed the others, arriving on a street that looked like it could have been out of the late 1800s. Rachel was fascinated, watching people moving about by walking, on horseback, or in horse-drawn carts. There was not a car in sight. The street lights were gas. Rachel She tried to take in everything as she followed the others to a brick building. The marquee declared Magic Emporium, Featuring Kerkman the Magnificent. The sign flickered as though lit by gaslights, also. Before they reached the theater Rachel turned to Megan. “Is there electricity here?”

“No. It has not been discovered in this land.” Megan studied Rachel. “You don’t have any battery operated devices stuck in some place do you?”

“What do you mean? These dresses don’t have pockets.”

Megan looked into Rachel’s eyes then at her hips and then back into her eyes.”

“Oh! Of course not, don’t be silly.”

Megan shrugged. “Just asking. if the people here found a vibrator it might be confusing.”

As they went into the theater, Rachel watched in amazement at Amethyst holding onto Henry’s and Babeta’s hands as if she were their daughter. The more than two feet of height that Henry towered over Amethyst accentuated the look.

Once inside a maître d’ maître d’in fine robes greeted them saying, “Good evening. And Amethyst it is especially nice to see you. I might add that is a very pretty outfit you are wearing. I am sure the boys will go wild.” Amethyst giggled in delight. He then turned to Rachel saying “I believe you are new to our establishment? It will be a pleasure to serve you, my lady. Your table is ready, please follow me.” As they walked to the dining room Rachel noticed the plush surroundings. The paintings that adorned the walls, however, appeared like pictures right out of the Kama Sutra.

“Megan,” Rachel murmured, “these pictures… What type of establishment is this?”

“Rachel, my dear, the entertainment is targeted more at men than to women but I always find it very entertaining. What you will see here is nothing like you will see where we are from.”

As they entered, the dining room Rachel was surprised to see a theater with very plush seating at half-moon-shaped tables. Each row was curved and sat as much as three feet higher than the row in front of it. The room sloped down to a large stage with a curtain drawn across it.

The maître d’ led them to a table. Amethyst slid in ahead of Babeta and Henry on one side and Rachel slid in ahead of Megan and Michael on the other side, putting the two girls next to each other.

Rachel opened the playbill that she received on the way into the theater. On the second page was the menu. The following page helda drawing of two adjoining cages containing two women attached to each other by a chain. Below the drawing was the caption: “Sandwich or Stocks?” She turned the page and saw the write up for Kerkman and a sketch of his lovely (or so they were billed) assistants. She turned back to Megan and whispered, “What is this?”

Megan looked at the playbill and what Rachel was pointing to, then said, “There is always some kind of show before the magic show and it looks like tonight it will be a tug of war. The act will start while we eat supper and continue through desert and coffee. When that show is over there will be an intermission while the stage is prepared for the magic show.”

“But what type of show is this?”

“I don’t want to spoil it for you so you will just have to wait and see.”

About that time their salads arrived and the conversation turned to some of Henry’s and Babeta’s stories.

Rachel was still enjoying the stories when she noticed the curtain rise. There was a large cage on the stage. This cage had a center divide and a gate at each end. Two girls wearing capes were led out onto the stage and positioned in front of the cage. The audience applauded as the capes were removed, exposing the girls’ naked bodies. Each girl’s wrists were pulled behind her and secured before they were escorted to the ends of the cage. Rachel watched in fascination as, once in the cage, belts were locked around their waists. These belts had a chain connecting them, which when pulled tight left the girls less then half way across their side of the cage. The girls were positioned so the flag in the middle of the chain was at the dividing bars.

Rachel asked, “Megan what are they going to do? It looks like a tug of war.”

Megan leaned closer and whispered, “That is what is it is, and the winner gets to select what happens to her afterward.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see. Don’t forget, this part is primarily for the men’s entertainment but the magic show is worth the wait. What is going to happen is that two apparatuses, which will be used to sexually abuse the girls’ helpless bodies, will be brought out on the stage and the winner will get to choose on which she is mounted. It sometimes can be brutal but the girls are never hurt very badly and they always surrender voluntarily.”

“What happens if a girl protests?”

“Sometimes they ask for volunteers from the audience or another girl comes out to take her place.

Amethyst pulled Rachel down and whispered in her ear, “Sometimes I have thought of volunteering.”

About then, after some fanfare, a signal was given and the girls started to pull. They worked their way back and forth in the cages, with the flag in the center of the chain moving from one side to the other and back again. It became obvious that the girls were evenly matched on strength and that endurance was going to be key. After about eight minutes it became obvious that the girl on the right was losing, and soon she was pulled tight against the center divide.

The belts were removed from the girls and the cage rose above the curtain. The audience applauded and the girls watched as two poles were set up on the stage about six feet apart. A set of stocks was also rolled out onto the stage.

Rachel watched with some curiosity as each girl was offered a fan of cards and each took one, Rachel would find out later that cards would indicate how many men the girls would have to satisfy.

The girl that had won the tug of war was asked a question. She looked at the other girl and at her begging expression, and then pointed to the stocks. The other girl looked relieved. The girl who had made the choice walked over to stocks showing resignation in her choice, and the other walked to the poles.

To Rachel’s amazement, the girls surrendered their vulnerable bodies. One was tied spread eagle between the two poles and the other stepped up on the platform that held the stocks. She spread her legs as though she knew exactly what was coming. She stood passively as her ankles were locked to the platform and the bar at her hips was adjusted to hold her buttocks at the right height. The stocks were open and without prompting, she placed her neck and wrists in the grooves that would trap them in place, before the stock was closed and locked.

Rachel was horrified but fascinated to see two men walk up to the girl tied spread eagle, one in front and one in back. They dropped their robes exposing their erect members. They lubricated their cocks and proceeded work themselves into the girl’s adjacent orifices. She started squirming as their hips started to thrust. The man in front held her head while kissing her and the man in back rubbed her breasts. Rachel watched, fascinated as the girl’s arm and leg muscles contracted and released.

Two more men walked over to the stocks dropping their robes and exposing the large probes that would soon invade the girl trapped there. Rachel, still confused about her opposing feelings, watched as the two men stepped up on the platform and entered her, one at each end of her surrendered body. The man at her mouth worked in and out, going deeper with each thrust. The other thrust his cock to the hilt while also working a finger in and out of the orifice just above his phallus. Rachel gasped, noticing that the man evading her mouth was leaving nothing out. Based on the size of the girl Rachel figured at least two inches was making it past her tonsils.

Deep in concentration on what was happening on stage, Rachel jumped when she heard the announcer’s voice. “The sandwich will have six men and the stocks selected eight.”

Rachel looked over at Amethyst, who was enjoying the show, and without thinking put, her hand on Amethyst’s thigh just above her knee. Amethyst turned her gaze to Rachel’s eyes with a soft look that indicated she should do what she liked. As Rachel moved her hand between Amethyst’s legs, Amethyst spread her knees. Rachel noticed that the tiny woman was sitting on her ankles in order to give her a better view of the stage.

As they watched the girls’ ordeal on the stage, Rachel slowly worked her hand up Amethyst’s thigh, removing it only for a few seconds to cut something on her plate. Amethyst started to breathe hard and Rachel wondered if Babeta would notice. However, something kept her from stopping. Rachel had never done anything like this before and couldn’t believe she was doing it now, but as one man would replace another on stage Rachel’s hand massaged Amethyst’s soft thigh and kept moving slowly toward her hips. When the last men were having their way with the vulnerable bodies on stage, Rachel’s hand came to the end of its travels. She ruffled Amethyst’s soft pubic hair and realized that there was nothing between her and her friend’s pussy.

Just as Rachel was about the explore a little farther the audience began to applaud. The girls’ weak bodies were removed from the stage and the curtain came down for a fifteen-minute intermission.

Rachel turned to Amethyst and whispered, “You would you volunteer for something like that?”

Amethyst nodded. “I think it would be neat to be completely naked and all of these people staring at me. The sex would just be a bonus. Would you do it?”

“No, I don’t think so. I am a little too shy.”

“I don’t suffer under such an affliction,” Amethyst retorted. They laughed, leaving the others to wonder what was going on between them.

Henry said, “I think I will take this opportunity to stretch my legs.” The group agreed that was a good idea, and they migrated to the lobby. Rachel was amazed at how Amethyst acted as though nothing happened. Her friend seemed to be just excited about what might be in the upcoming magic show.

On their way back to their seats Amethyst pulled Rachel along like a child might pull a uncle or an aunt. She made sure they returned ahead of the others so they were in the back of the booth together. Amethyst pulled Rachel down and whispered in her ear, “I like sitting next to you.”

Rachel put her hand on Amethyst knee and whispered, “I like sitting next to you, too.”

Amethyst giggled in her girlish way and Megan asked sternly, “What is going on over there? Don’t make me separate the two of you.”

Rachel instinctively said, “There is nothing going on here.”

“No,” Amethyst reiterated, “ nothing going on here.”

Rachel could not believe Amethyst’s being so like a child getting into mischief. After all, she was older than Rachel.”

Music signaled the beginning of the magic show.

The curtain went up, revealing a man in fine robes, half surrounded by four ladies in bright white jumpsuits. The handbill had been correct—they were lovely. Rachel settled in to watch the show thinking “Well another magic show: I have seen a million. Hopefully this one will be one of the good ones.” Her attention was primarily on the soft flesh of Amethyst’s knee and the warmth she felt from Amethyst’s cuddling up to her.

The announcer came on saying, “Presenting Kerkman the Magnificent, and his four lovely assistants.” The music was still playing at a fast pace as Kerkman took a bow and then signaled with a flourish for each assistant to run forward to take a bow. Rachel was waiting for something to happen when the fourth assistant went forward.Kerkman shouted, “Stop the music! Stop the music! Who picked out these jumpsuits? They are boring!” Kerkman motioned for the assistants to come to him. As they did he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I have to apologize. I let somebody else pick out the ladies’ attire.”

The assistants, looking at each other as though they were not sure what to do, lined up beside Kerkman as he said, “Let’s see what we can do about this.” He touched the first woman and her jumpsuit turned red with sequins sparkling in the flickering of the stage gas lights. He touched the second, and her jumpsuit turned blue with sequins. Kerkman said, “That is better,” as he touched the third.

Rachel, fighting boredom, was wondering what color her jumpsuit would turn when it disappeared altogether. The assistant screamed and did her best to cover herself. Nonplussed, Kerkman struck his wand on his left hand, saying, “It is so hard to find good workmanship these days.” He touched the assistant again and a green sequined jumpsuit covered her body.

Rachel’s interest built as the laughter of the audience died down, and the last assistant’s jumpsuit turned yellow and blazed with sequins.

Kerkman shouted, “Start the music!”

The assistants ran back to their positions and the last, Yellow Sequins, ran forward to take her bow. Then the four woman rolled out a large platform as the audience applauded. The platform was about three feet off the stage held up by four legs and on the platform was a large spotted cat. It could have been a cheetah but Rachel was not sure. The assistants and Kerkman turned the platform around several times with the cat jumping at them, restrained only by the chain holding it to the center of the platform. Kerkman announced, “I will now turn this cat into a beautiful lady.”

Rachel watched closely, trying to see the trick. With a flourish and a stroke of his wand the cat was gone and a kangaroo took its place. The animal looked around as if it was wondering where it was. Once more, Kerkman beat on his wand and his assistants looked at him with curious expressions. Then another tap of the wand on the platform and the kangaroo disappeared. In its place, a tall, thin, naked woman appeared. She was attached to the same chain as the cat and tried to get off the platform. Kerkman let the applauding audience watch her naked body thrash around the platform until the applause died down. He tapped the platform once, producing the cat again.

The audience erupted with applause as the assistants pushed the platform off the stage. Kerkman took several bows. His assistants returned with a large cage with another very large cat stalking around in it. The cage was position in the center of the stage.

Ignoring the cat, Kerkman stepped off the stage. “Let me learn a little more about you.” He walked around asking people where they were from, how long they had been together, what they thought of the meal. Finally he arrived at a table of six. He declared, “I always like to please the audience so I will let these nice people determine the types of acts tonight. On a scale of one to ten where ten is a high potential of death and one is no possibility of death or injury, how abusive do you want the acts to be?” The group talked among themselves for a few seconds then one man said, “We agree, ten would be our choice.” Kerkman turned to a nearby table and asked them the question. They gave the same result.

Kerkman turned to the rest of the audience and said, “These people are brutal. What do the rest of you think?” He glanced around while people yelled, “Ten! Ten!”

When the yelling died down he said, “My assistants are too hard to find and train to subject them to this risk. Who will cut cards with me and bet the lady they are with for this ring?” People around the audience joined in avid conversation. A man on the other side of the theater yelled, “Let me see the ring.” Kerkman walked over and handed the man the ring.

His escort was arguing but the man ignored her complaints. He looked up at Kerkman and said, “Okay, I will do it.”

His companions complaints turned to screams and Rachel clearly could hear her yell, “No, no, no!” before the applause covered her protest. She could not have been more than twenty. Kerkman turned to her, and asked, “Is this okay with you? Once the deal is struck there is no turning back.”

Her protest to the man she was with became more animated. He turned his face away and she beat on his shoulder. At last, shoulders slumped, she faced Kerkman. With a shaky voice she said, “If it is what he wants, then yes.”

Kerkman handed her the ring saying, “You hold onto this because you and the ring are going only with one of us.”

Blue Sequins brought a deck of cards and laid it on the table. Kerkman gestured to the man to cut first. He did and showed the card to the girl with him. She put her head on the table before the man showed the card to Kerkman. In a loud voice, the man announced, “Five.” Kerkman cut the cards, showing his to the man. Without a word, the man slid out of the booth pulling the girl with him, and gave her hand to Kerkman. He led her to the stage as the audience applauded. When they were on the stage, Kerkman positioned her facing the audience, “What is your name?”

“Zilpha”

“What a pretty name. And is that man your husband?”

“No.” She stared daggers at him in the audience. “And not likely to be now.” The audience laughed. As they chatted, Green Sequins and Red Sequins pushed a cage behind her that was not much larger than Zilpha.

Kerkman asked her former companion, “Do you want her clothes? I don’t have any use for them?” Zilpha adopted a horrified look when the man indicated that he did.

Kerkman tapped Zilpha on the shoulder with the wand and she disappeared, leaving the clothes in a pile where she had stood. A split second later the naked girl reappeared in the cage. She was not trying to cover her petite body at first, leaving her small round breasts and slim hips for all to see, but she was trying to get out. “Don’t bother,” Kerkman advised her mildly. “There isn’t a way out.”

Blue Sequins picked up the clothes and took them to the man who had surrendered Zilpha and then returned to the stage.

The full implication of her situation settled in as Zilpha tried to cover herself. She begged for someone to let her out, but eventually the begging turned to screams of, “I don’t want to die! Please, I don’t want to die!”

Rachel gasped and asked out loud, “What are they going to do to her?”

“It depends,” Megan said, not taking her eyes from the stage. “We will just have to wait and see. Maybe she’ll be cat food.”

“He wouldn’t do that!”

“I have heard that he has before, but I assume it was because something went wrong.”

Kerkman waved his wand and Zilpha disappeared from her cage and appeared in the cage with the cat. The cat paced back and forth, staring at Zilpha cowering in the corner of the cage. “No! No!” she screamed, with her arms stretched out in front of her as to fend off the cat. Then the cat leaped and the audience screamed.

When the cat landed, Zilpha was gone. The confused animal spun around to see where his prey had escaped. Rachel wondered the same thing. She looked at the other cage and breathed a sigh of relief when she spied Zilpha’s naked body folded in on itself. She hung onto the bars and sobbed.

Trying to calm her heart and catch her breath, Rachel said, “Oh my God, I have never seen anything like that on a live stage before. What else is he going to do?”

Amethyst was busy prying Rachel’s tense fingers off her knee and pulling Rachel’s arm around her shoulders in an effort to stay close but save her leg from Rachel’s grip.

The assistants removed the cage with the cat, leaving the one with the naked girl.

Kerkman announced that he needed a man from the audience to volunteer to be hypnotized for the next act. Kerkman went out in to the audience again and looked around. He found an athletic young man sitting with a lady and four others. “Sir, is this your wife?”

“Yes.”

Turning to the lady seated by him, Kerkman asked, “Do you mind if he chases other women?”

“I would kill him if I found out. And I would find out.”

“Sir, you will do fine.”

With significant prodding from the others at the table and encouragement from the audience he followed Kerkman to the stage. While Kerkman retrieved the volunteer, two chairs had been placed in the center of the stage near the front, facing each other. Kerkman motioned for the man to sit and then sat in the other chair. “Have we ever met before?” Kerkman asked.

“No,” responded the man

“So none of what is going to happen has been prearranged?”

“That is correct.”

“Has anybody ever tried to hypnotize you before?”

“Yes, in another show like this one.”

Kerkman drew himself up, affronted. “I beg your pardon, but there are no other shows like mine.” He shrugged. “But I know what you mean. So, you think I can’t hypnotize you this time either?”

“I am sure of it.”

Kerkman turned to the audience saying, “Sounds like a challenge.”

The audience applauded their approval, before Kerkman said, “Shall we get started?” The man nodded his approval.

In less than five minutes, the man’s eyes had turned glazed. Kerkman said, “When I say go, bark like a dog until I clap my hands.” He faced the audience and quirked his brows, a smile teasing his lips. “Go!”

The man started to bark and the audience laughed. Kerkman clapped his hands and the man stopped.

Kerkman said, “When I say go, stand up and flap your arms until I clap my hands. Go!”

The man did as he was instructed.

Kerkman looked at the audience with a mischievous look and then asked the man if he would like one of the assistants to go home with him and do whatever he asked.

The man said yes in a somewhat subdued voice. His wife was obviously agitated and the audience was laughing. The man did not notice his wife or the audience. Then Kerkman said, “When I say go, you can chase one of my assistants around the stage until I clap my hands. If you should catch one, you can have her. It does not matter which one you catch and they will not leave the stage. Do you understand?”

The man nodded, indicating that he did. Kerkman looked at the assistants and said, “Go!”

The man started to Yellow Sequins, and as he was about to catch her, Green Sequins distracted him. He set off after her until Red Sequins intercepted him. The audience roared with laughter. The four woman kept him busy like a pack of wolves works a bison. Rachel noticed that the naked girl in the cage was still on stage and enjoying the show too. After a matter of minutes the man appeared exhausted and Kerkman clapped his hands. Abruptly the man stopped and Kerkman released him from his hypnotic state with the suggestion that he would not remember anything. Unfortunately his wife had no such suggestion, which became obvious as she tried to make good on her earlier threat.

While Rachel watch the spat between the husband and his wife, the assistants rolled out a table with knives laid out on it and a large wheel with an X in the center.

Kerkman pointed to Green Sequins and she came forward. “Take off your jumpsuit,” Kerkman ordered.

“No, you get too close when I am naked.” The audience laughed at first but then shouted for her to take off her jumpsuit.

“You heard the audience. Come on. I don’t want to mess up a perfectly good jumpsuit.”

“Let Zilpha do it,” Green Sequins whined. “That is why you got her, isn’t it?”

“No, I have other plans for her. This is the last time I am going to ask,” Kerkman barked.

Zilpha was watching intently from her cage as her fate was decided. “Listen, Kerkman,” Green Sequins said with some desperation, “If you don’t think the trick is dangerous enough to use her, then I will blindfold you.”

Kerkman faced the audience. “That’s a good idea. You will blindfold me. This bloodthirsty crowd will love it.”

Zilpha, realizing the she would be on the wheel, began loudly begging for her freedom but the crowd would have none of it. With a wave of his wand, her naked body was spread eagle over the X and strapped tightly to the wheel. Red Sequins smiled brightly and started the wheel turning. Zilpha screamed, “No, no, no!” but no one paid her any mind.

Green Sequins stepped up behind Kerkman, placing a blindfold over his eyes and tying it behind his head. Kerkman felt for the knives and picked one up. He turned slightly to the right then the left, like he was trying to acquire the position of the wheel before hurling the knife at the helpless body attached to it. Zilpha screamed. The knife hit with a thud just below one shoulder and only about a quarter of an inch from her side. Kerkman picked up the second knife and made a gesture like he was aiming. The knife struck the wheel on the other side of the screaming girl. Rachel watched in amazement as a series of knives stuck to the wheel and outlined Zilpha’s torso. None landed more than a half inch from her skin.

When Zilpha’s cries had turned to sobs, Kerkman ordered, “Hold your head up and be still.”

The only sound in the room was Zilpha’s sniffs. Kerkman picked up a knife, took several deep breaths, and threw it at the spinning girl. The audience took a collective breath and released it when it landed at the top of her head. The next knife landed in her hair at the top of her right ear. The next one landed above her left ear. There were two more left, the audience did not make a sound as the second to the last knife flew, landing beside her neck. Zilpha’s crying could not be heard but telltale trembling showed that she was still very afraid. With one more knife left, Kerkman asked, “She is not crying anymore. Is she still alive?”

In unison, the audience said “Yes.”

“Then I will see how close I can come to the other side.”

Zilpha shook uncontrollably as the knife twirled toward her and landed a pinch away from the skin of her neck.

When there were no more knives on the table, Kerkman removed the blindfold and with a wave of his wand, Zilpha was back in her cage. Knives on the still spinning wheel showed an outline of her body. The audience applauded wildly as Kerkman took his bows. The wheel was pushed off to one side but left on stage for all to see.

Rachel, holding tightly to Amethyst, tried to control emotions she had not felt in years, if ever. When she looked at Zilpha’s shaking body, she was stunned to see a trickle of blood running down her neck where the last knife had nicked her. As Rachel was trying to regain her composure she heard Kerkman say “Now let’s have some fun.”

Once more Kerkman left the stage. “I am looking for just the right couple.” His eyes lighted on two people sitting at a table near the front. “There is one.” He pointed to a man and woman directly in front of him. “Are you married?”

The man responded, “Yes.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Fifteen years.”

“Men everywhere want to know how an ugly guy like you got such a young beautiful woman.”

The woman indignantly said, “I love him, and to me he is not that ugly.”

Kerkman chuckled. “Not that ugly. Come on up and I will hypnotize you and get the truth.”

“That is the truth,” she insisted.

Kerkman said, “Okay, come up and prove it.”

The woman had already started getting up and her husband followed.

When they arrived on stage, Kerkman hypnotized her and asked again, “Why are you still with this ugly guy?”

She repeated, “I love him and he isn’t ugly.”

Kerkman was already starting to hypnotize the man as his wife was giving her response, and soon they both were sitting there totally under Kerkman’s influence.

Kerkman turned to the wife and asked, “What is your name?”

“Judy.”

Kerkman turned to the husband. “And what is your name?”

“Bill.”

Kerkman said, “Judy, I think there must be something wrong with your body if he is the best you could do.”

In a monotone voice she said, “No, my body is okay and it is just as I told you.”

“I don’t believe it. Show me.”

She slowly stood and began to undress. She unhooked the neck strap of her halter dress and the front fell to her waist exposing perky round breasts and a flat stomach. Kerkman faced the audience and raised his brows. “Well, there is certainly nothing wrong with the top of her body.” The audience seemed to agree. “How about the rest?”

Judy reached to her right and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor and revealing that she had worn nothing beneath. Yellow Sequins came over and picked up the dress and then returned to her position. The audience clapped their approval. Kerkman seemed to agree with them. “There is definitely nothing wrong with her body.” Tapping his finger against his chin he said to her, “Stand there so we can figure this out.”

Even under hypnosis her husband was showing signs of arousal, seeing his wife’s beautiful, naked body exposed for all to see. Kerkman said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I think I have a solution to this.” He then directed the husband to undress. When he pushed his underpants to the floor and stepped out of them. The audience gasped.

Pointing to the man’s hips, Kerkman said, “That thing is huge. It must be three inches around and eight inches long.” He looked at the wife and said, “I don’t think it will fit. Should we see?” The audience response was all in the affirmative.

Blue and Green Sequins rolled out a table with an attached mirror. Green Sequins positioned Judy so that she faced the end of the table, in profile to the audience. Blue Sequins escorted Bill to stand behind Judy and Yellow Sequins adjusted the mirror so that the audience could watch the action from any angle.

Kerkman commanded Bill to push Judy down onto the table. Bill did so. Judy’s pussy lined up with Bill’s monster dick.

“Judy,” Kerkman said, “use your finger to make sure you are ready for the assault of Bill’s penetration. When you are ready let us know.” Judy’s hand went under her belly, and in full view of the audience, diddled herself with great efficiency. Soon she looked at Kerkman and said, “I’m ready.”

“Bill you can start when you are ready,” Kerkman said.

Judy positioned both of her hands to grasp the table edges. Bill stepped up and slid his dick up and down through Judy’s juices for a few strokes before slowly pushing in the massive head. Judy’s hands gripped the table and her face showed a pained expression but she said nothing. It almost appeared that she knew what was coming but that it would be worth the pain.

“Bill, gather Judy’s hair and pull her head up so the audience can see her face. Bill did, and with the position of the table and mirror the audience had a clear view of both ends of Judy as Bill pumped in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust. Judy still gripped the table but showed no sign that she wanted Bill to stop, even though her hair was pulled. Squeaks came from her, emphasizing the pounding she received.

Soon Bill was going deep inside her and the squeaks turned into moans. Her white knuckles showed the intensity of the stimulation Bill dished out. Bill’s drives into her pussy continued for several minutes until Judy’s squeaks changed to moans and her moans turned to screams. Bill’s head fell back as he ground into her and held it, and then they both slumped to the table. Judy’s hands lost their grip on the table’s edges. Bill, breathing hard, stood slowly and pulled out of his wife.

“You can get dressed, Bill. When I clap my hands you both will come out of the trance.” Kerkman clapped and Bill shook his head slightly and looked around. His eyes widened when he saw his wife, being supported by Yellow and Red Sequins.

Ignoring his clothes that Blue Sequins held out, he rushed to Judy’s side. “Honey?”

“She’s all right,” Kerkman assured him. Yellow Sequins brought out a blanket to put over Judy, and then Red Sequins shook Judy’s arm but got no response. She shook Judy’s arm again and Judy slowly raised her head with sleepy eyes saying, “I think I passed out.”

The audience applauded and Judy slowly stood, wrapping the blanket around her. Kerkman said, “Well, ladies and gentlemen, we found out why Judy stays with Bill, and can you blame her? Bill and Judy, thank you. Please take your seats, and Judy, don’t forget your dress.” Bill retrieved all of their clothing and took Judy’s arm as they walked to the table. Judy sat down still wrapped in the blanket.

As the applause died down, Kerkman said, “Ladies, don’t ask. I am sure she will not let him pass out his telephone number.” Laughter filled the room and music announced the next act.

Another large wheel was pushed to stage right and a table with fifteen small hatchets to stage left. Then Yellow Sequins came up to Kerkman and said something in his ear, pointing at a table to one side of the audience.

Kerkman announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I have just received a challenge from the nice people over here.” A spotlight lit the table the assistant had indicated. “The three women in that party are saying that my hypnosis is a fake. I have accepted their challenge and for my next act will hypnotize them as a group. The deal is that if anyone of them can tell me to stop I will stop the act before I finish with them.” The audience applauded their agreement and Kerkman invited the three women to the stage.

After joining Kerkman on stage, he told them, “Here is what I am offering you. If any of you are able to resist my hypnosis, then you can tell me to stop and I will stop for all three. If you are able to resist and tell me to stop, I will admit that the hypnosis did not work and my act is not what I billed for tonight’s performance. But if you can’t tell me to stop I will have three volunteers come to the stage. They will fuck you and you will drink their cum and more before I break your spells.”

The ladies talked among themselves before agreeing to the challenge. Kerkman started the hypnotizing process and soon all three were standing motionless in a line. Kerkman commanded, “I will now refer to the three of you collectively as Ladies so you will know that I’m talking to all of you. Ladies, all of you who are under my influence will remain mute. Do any of you have the will to tell me to stop?” None of the three gave any indication that they wanted him to stop. “Okay, now for clarity’s sake, I will refer to you each by the color of your hair. That is Brown, Red, and Blond respectively. Brown do you understand?” The lady with brown hair said yes. “Red do you understand?” The lady with the red hair said yes. “Blond do you understand?” The lady with the blond hair said yes. “With that settled we are ready to start.”

“Before I ask for volunteers let’s see what these lovely ladies look like. Ladies, strip.” They did so, handing their clothes to Red Sequins. The woman with blonde hair was petite and slim, with small breasts. Red had an athletic body, slender though muscular, with medium breasts. Brown was voluptuous, curvy, and with large breasts.

Kerkman turned to the audience saying, “I need three lucky men to do whatever I say to these beautiful women.” Hands went up all over the audience and Kerkman told Red Sequins, Blue Sequins, and Green Sequins, “Each of you find me a lucky man to fuck these beautiful ladies.” The assistants went into the audience retrieving young, well-built men and brought them to the stage. Kerkman told the first man to get to the stage to stand to the right side of Brown, the second to stand by the right side of Red, and the third to the right side of Blond. The men did as instructed and Kerkman asked, “Are all of you three men willing to do to the women whatever I say?” They all agree that they would and Kerkman turned to the audience saying, “These men are going to ravish these women and then we will see what the ladies think of my powers.” The audience cheered and applauded.

The assistants put three mats on the stage so that they were lined up on the stage with one side of the mat facing the audience. “Gentlemen, please guide your lady to one of the mats, so the assistants can prepare them for the show.”

The ladies stood on the mats with the men beside them on the left and the assistant assigned to each lady on her other side. ”Please turn your lady to face you, so their sides are toward the audience. Thank you. Now you will put these metal cuffs on their wrists and ankles.” The assistants handed each man one cuff at a time as the men placed them on the ladies’ wrists and ankles. When that was done Kerkman told the ladies to get on their knees and sit on their ankles.

“Now gentlemen, my assistants will hand you locks so that you can lock their wrists to their ankles, first the right wrist to the right ankle and then the left wrist to the left ankle”. When that was done and each woman was properly restrained. Kerkman instructed the men to remove their pants and step up to his lady. “Ladies, suck the penis in front of you. You can stop when you have swallowed the cum your men deposits in your mouth.”

Each lady did as instructed. Petite Red eased the cock of her man into her mouth, but he grabbed her hair and shoved his way in. Her shoulders tensed and she made a sound like she was gagging. Soon, however, he established a rhythm that she gamely met. Blond had no trouble, sucking earnestly on her man’s cock. Her head bobbed rapidly, and from the side her deep-throating could easily be discerned. Her man shut his eyes and fucked her throat with abandon. Brown came somewhere in the middle, with a steady rhythm and bounce to her head. All of the men looked to be in heaven. The audience cheered the women on. The women sucked and slurped until they could be seen swallowing. In time, each of the men pushed his lady’s head back and their flaccid dicks fell out of their lady’s mouth.

The women coughed a bit but soon recovered. Kerkman commanded them to sit back on their ankles, where they waited.

Kerkman said, “Look at what these women did to the guys. It’s a crime. I think they should fix this, what do you think?” The audience cheered in agreement. Then he directed the women to suck the men until they were ready again. The ladies opened their mouths and the men put their penises in them. It took little time before each man sported a rigid and thick cock.

“Men fuck your lady in the pussy. When you have filled her with cum, take a short rest and let her suck you again so you can fuck her ass. We want the women to be full of the enjoyment of this experience, right, everyone?” The audience cheered.

Kerkman’s assistants shifted the women from their knees to their backs on their respective mats. The man ate them with their eyes while stroking their cocks in preparation.

“Ladies,” Kerkman said, “raise your knees as far as you can.” When they complied, he added, “To ensure you’re ready, think about your raunchiest fantasy ever.” Without even being touched, Blond began to pant and her hips moved as though on their own. Brown let out a soft moan. Only Red still seemed stiff and unyielding. “You might have to help her along,” Kerkman told her companion. With a nod, the man dropped to his knees and promptly began eating her out.

The other two men fell to their tasks with enthusiasm, pumping in and out, holding the women’s knees up close to their shoulders not only to allow the deepest penetration but to allow the audience to see their wet, turgid cocks sliding in and out of their pussies. Red’s man took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked hard, even nipping her nipple until she called out in pain and then begged him to do it again. Brown’s man held himself up on his arms, allowing only his dick to touch her body. His strokes were long and smooth. Her hips rose, striving for more but he held himself back.

Finally, Red’s screams filled the theater as she came all over her man’s chin and mouth. With no further thought, he drove into her full to the hilt and kept at it until she cried out again and he came. Pulling out, he scooted up her body. He pulled her head up and thrust his cock into her mouth, fucking it hard, making her make him ready again. He seemed to have the stamina of a bull, and when he pulled out, he roared like one. He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her onto her knees. Red Sequins squirted lubricant onto his cock and he probed her ass, inch by inch until he could pump her fully.

Blond was the next to come, and her man pulled out and fell to her side, nearly as limp as she. Brown never did come, but her man did. He pulled out with a sneer directed at her. “Frigid bitch.”

Kerkman bore down on him. “Don your clothing and get off my stage. If you could not satisfy her, the failure lies with you, not her.”

Cursing, the man pulled on his pants and stomped off the stage. Brown lay on her mat nearly in tears. Meanwhile, Red’s man grunted his climax and pulled out of Red’s ass, dripping cum. His seed slid down her inner thigh from when he fucked her pussy and now slid down her ass cheeks, too.

“If we clean you up, do you think you can help Brown from her misery?” Kerkman asked.

The man grinned. “Sure. This is the most fun I’ve had in years.” The audience cheered wildly, and within minutes he knelt between Brown’s thighs and ate her until she could handle him. Seemingly seconds later she screamed in relief and he came again.” He fell beside her. “Truthfully? I’m going to be sore as shit tomorrow, but I’m not sure I can do her ass, tonight.”

“Perfectly all right,” Kerkman said. “You’ve done your duty and more.” With a glance at Blond’s man, he saw he’d fallen asleep and was softly snoring. With a wave of his wand, he dismissed the two men. They disappeared from the stage and reappeared in the audience, fully clothed and worn out.

“Ladies, when I touch you on the shoulder and say wake up you will come out of your trance.”

Kerkman walked over to Red, touched her on the shoulder, and said, “Wake up.” She jerked awake, looking surprised to find herself naked and on her knees. Sitting up, she looked around her in a daze. Red Sequins helped her struggle to her feet before picking up a short silk robe and handing it to Red. Red was happy to put it on even though it left most of her legs exposed.

Blond and Brown were getting the same treatment from Blue Sequins and Green Sequins respectively, with much the same responses They wiped their mouths on their sleeves, looking a bit embarrassed. Red rubbed her ass as though it were sore.

Kerkman asked, “Well, Ladies, what do you think of my hypnosis now?” Blond turned toward the audience saying, “It’s real.” To loud applause, the women were given their clothing before slowly hobbling back to their table.

Kerkman announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I am afraid that we are over on time but for those who can stay I will do two more death defying acts.” He glanced toward the hatchets. “I’m sure you will agree that the demonstration on hypnosis was more interesting than hatchet throwing.” Loud cheers and piercing whistles rent the air. “Then we shall proceed to the next act.”

A rope lowered from high above the curtain and Red Sequins pulled it over to Zilpha’s cage. Kerkman explained, “We will hang this lovely girl by her wrists, pull her high above the curtain, and then drop her.” He faced each corner of the theater. “Unless there is a protest?”

“Do it!” shouted on man from the back. With a nod, Kerkman waved his wand. Zilpha was once more out of her cage and with her wrists tied together at the end of the rope.

She fought and screamed as she was pulled toward the center of the stage and then lifted, her thin, naked body flailing until it disappeared above the curtain. Her screams faded a bit as she went higher. A drum roll started. The audience heard a scream and gasped in horror to see the helpless girl falling toward the stage. Just before she struck, Kerkman flicked his wand. The screaming girl disappeared. After a second or two, there she was, standing in her cage on very wobbly legs. The audience went wild applauding.

Rachel stared at the stage in dismay, her thoughts broken by Amethyst’s saying, I would not volunteer for that. Would you?”

“No, but I don’t think she did either.”

“No, I guess she didn’t.”

Kerkman broke their conversation announcing, “Let’s have a round of applause for Zilpha. This last bit of magic will give you what you really wanted to see when you had me select this poor child.” Over her screams he continued. “Zilpha will now be placed in a four-feet by eight-feet tank. Bars cross the top so she cannot escape. The tank will be filled to overflowing with water. If she lives she will be my fifth assistant.”

A large glass tank was rolled on to the stage. “As you can see, there is no way out of this tank. Shall I proceed?” A resounding “Yes!” came from the audience.

“Very well.”

With a wave of his wand, Zilpha appeared in the tank still screaming, “Somebody help me, please! Please, somebody help me…”

Blue Sequins attached a hose large in diameter to the tank. Zilpha beat on the sides of the tank still begging for help but the sound of rushing water soon drowned her out.

Kerkman looked at the audience and asked, “This is the last time I am going to ask. Do you really want to see this poor girl with so much of her life ahead of her drown in this way?”

Again the audience cheered him on.

Rachel looked at Megan with a questioning look and Megan shrugged her shoulders like there was nothing they could do. “You’re in a different world here.”

Rachel looked on helplessly as the water rose above the screaming girl’s knees. She turned to Henry and asked, “Shouldn’t we do something?”

“If we do this crowd will rip us from limb from limb.”

“My God, is there nothing we can do?”

Megan and Henry said together, “No, there is not.”

Amethyst was sniffling and holding tightly to Rachel. “I don’t want to watch.”

Rachel did watch in horror as the water raised the struggling girl toward the top bars. When she reached them she tried pushing the bars up but the action only pushed her beneath the water. At last her head went under for the last time just before the water started to flow over the top of the tank. Zilpha struggled, then went limp. Some of the people in the audience started to cheer but Rachel and the others in her group simply watched in dismay.

Kerkman jerked his wand. The limp girl’s body lay on the stage in front of the tank. As the assistants raised a sheet in front of the dead girl the cheering and applause got louder.

Rachel turned to Megan and said, “I can’t believe what I just saw and this crowd is cheering.”

Kerkman disappeared behind the sheet with Green Sequins and Blue Sequins. A drum roll started and the sheet fluttered to the floor. There stood the two assistants holding Zilpha’s naked body by her out stretched arms. She coughed and struggled to catch her breath. Kerkman announced, “Now I have five assistants. Come and see me tomorrow night to find if all five make it through the show. I will pick one of the others to be in the cage with Zilpha.”

The curtain dropped.

When the applause died down Megan asked, “Rachel have you ever seen anything like this?”

“No! My god, no. It really looked like magic. How in the world did he do it?”

Henry spoke up, “My dear, it was magic.”

Rachel was beside herself and stammered, “How? I don’t understand.”

Henry replied, “Some things we can’t understand. We just have to believe. And you might consider turning Amethyst loose. She is turning blue.”

Rachel jumped away from Amethyst. “I am sorry, I didn’t realize.”

Amethyst took a deep breath and said, “That is okay, I understand.”

As they left the theater, Amethyst took Rachel’s hand and pulled her over to Henry taking his hand so she could walk between them. Babeta laughed and said, “I guess I have been replaced.”

When they got back to the house Henry and Babeta said goodnight and went back through the door. The others went upstairs. Amethyst still had hold of Rachel’s hand. As they walked behind Megan and Michael, Amethyst pulled Rachel down and whispered, “Do you want me as your teddy bear again tonight.”

Rachel whispered, “Of course, if you don’t mind.”

Amethyst giggled and skipped up the stairs beside Rachel.

Megan turned around and said, “I don’t know what is going on back there.” She paused and added, “And I’m not sure I want to know.”

Amethyst jumped into bed with Rachel cuddled up to her before falling fast asleep. Rachel marveled at the warm little thing lying next to her and then fell asleep herself, with images of large, hungry cats and thin, naked girls filling her dreams.

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I hope you enjoyed this excerpt. It is the third excerpt from Francis Drake’s work. Francis would love to hear what you think and how you feel they could be improved. Also, what else you would like to see? Please leave a comment, and thank you for reading.

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