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Rick was just finishing up his latest project when he looked up at the clock. Two more hours and Jessica would be back. As he painted the final panel of his latest illusion, he lit up a joint and reflected on the last three months.
After their first meeting, Jessica wound up shackled to his bed, asleep after multiple body-wracking orgasms. After waking, a long talk ensued and Jessica was as amazed by the events of the previous day as Rick was. She wasn’t sure why, but she had no intention of causing trouble for him. And Rick didn’t know why, but he believed her. They set up a time to meet again and Jessica agreed to be placed in the unusual device and brought to orgasm through the unreal tickle-torment and mystical manipulation. It was like their own little secret. Jessica liked being part of something so unbelievable, and who would she tell anyway without sounding like a nut-case?
In between the times that he spent with Jessica, which grew more and more frequent, Rick had devoted himself to studying the device left to him by his mysterious grandfather. He’d also gone back to the old homestead and uncovered a small library of books from around the world that his grandfather had collected. Many of them were about the same magic he was practicing. Night after night he was hunched over the ancient tomes. Through countless hours of study and experimentation, he’d discovered a few things.
First, the box itself had nothing to do with the effect. During a thorough search of the magic box one evening, Rick discovered what looked like writing on the inside of it, but in no language he’d ever seen. Going through every page of the books he’d acquired, he discovered that it was the writing itself that created the magic. He didn’t understand the timeless runes, but he learned what they did.
Second, and most important, he found that he could recreate these writings, according to the very meticulous instructions in many of the tomes. He could create his own illusions with any material and in any form he chose, so long as the arcane inscriptions were invoked properly.
Jessica, for her part, had changed over the last few months as well. She had become as vested in his interests as Rick was. Of course there was the excitement of the whole thing and the feeling of being part of something that no one else could possibly imagine.
But it was more than that, and Rick thought he knew what it was. In fact, Jessica herself was coming to realize the unusual effect of exposure to the illusions she was placed in. The only orgasms she’d been able to have lately were the ones given to her by Rick when she was helpless in the magical devices. Time and again, she showed up at his door, drawn to the energies that permeated her body whenever she was divided and manipulated. Rick’s study had discovered that it was an aftereffect of exposure to the mystical energies. She was given the most mind-blowing pleasure of her life while under its influence. It had become a part of her, and her a part of it. It was like an arcane symbiotic relationship.
Jessica needed it. Not just for sexual gratification, but it seemed for her very survival. If she went more than a few weeks, she started to become lethargic and ill. This was never intended by Rick, but there was little he could do about it now. And Jess didn’t seem to be all that upset anymore. At first she was mad, asking what he’d done to her. It took awhile to convince her that it was nothing intentional on his part. Now, Jessica was about as close to a partner as he would get. She tried out the new illusions he would invent, and got something in return for herself. Not to mention that she couldn’t stay away if she tried.
Rick kept his income flowing by putting on shows with his unbelievable illusions. He started to study stage magic, developing a style he liked. He learned a lot of the small tricks that he needed to fill the time between his major illusions and had become quite the sleight of hand artist. The local papers and even one TV station had done stories on him. He was in disguise when he performed, still hanging on to his anonymity in his day to day life. He was using the name Mike Harley, but he was going to come up with something else soon, once he could get national attention.
And this illusion could do it.
He was pushing the limits of his power, but if this worked it would be worth it. And Jessica would be here soon with a new unprepared assistant. Jessica had been “taken care of” as he put it the previous evening, and she asked if she could help him this time. She was curious what it was like to actually make the magic happen. She had mostly retired from her career as an escort but still had many friends in the business and still took the occasional V.I.P. job She was bringing one of those friends over this very evening.
Jessica had told the young woman, one Alicia Fordham, that her best and most interesting customer had been this guy that had a thing for magician’s assistants. Alicia was more than willing to accompany Jess to Rick’s place for an evening. Alicia was relatively new to her chosen career, but craved variety. She was pretty much open to anything, and her reputation as a professional submissive was beginning to precede her.
Of course, both Rick and Jessica knew what they were doing to this girl. Not only had Rick become quite obsessed with tickling of late, but the girl would come to crave the unusual predicament and Jessica had. They both knew that they were either going to introduce the young call-girl to an exiting new life, or condemn her completely. Once they had her, that was it.
Rick and Jess realized, however, that they were exploring uncharted territory, and the rules somehow didn’t seem to apply to them. In the back of his mind, Rick knew that this Alicia would only be the first of many women subjected to his unique form of torment. What he was going to do with so many women after they’d become hopelessly addicted was something he’d worry about later. This was still in the developmental stage and progress required sacrifice, right?
The illusion he was completing now was something never before even imagined in the realm of magic. If it worked, he could write his own ticket. But of course, it needed to be tested, and Jessica’s friend would be the guinea pig.
He finished his work and left the basement, headed upstairs to clean up and prepare. Shower, shave and a quick bite. And then Jessica, who he’d become quite attached to lately, would be here. With a friend. He found himself looking forward to meeting her, wondering what she’d look like, how her skin would feel. He was curious to hear how she would laugh, if she would scream, beg or simply giggle herself into unconsciousness. The newness of the whole thing was what he was truly enjoying. He felt like a spider, waiting in its web, wondering what new meal would land and become trapped. He had gotten himself ready and was sitting in his favorite chair when the doorbell rang.
Rick got up and answered the door. Jessica was there, of course…wearing her familiar overcoat which he knew covered some outrageously sexy outfit. The young woman with her was a beauty, to say the least.
“Rick,” said Jessica, “This is Alicia, she’s going to be playing with us this evening.”
“A true pleasure to meet you, my dear,” said Rick, taking her hand and kissing it in his most elegant manner.
“Thank you,” replied the blonde with a small giggle.
She was something, he had to admit. Kind of like Ellie Mae on that old TV show he used to watch. Blonde shoulder-length hair with a slight curl to it. Maybe five and a half feet tall with a really cute face. Not gorgeous or stunning, but cute in a homegrown sort of way. After entering his home, Alicia followed Jessica’s lead and removed her own overcoat. It was then that Rick got a good look at the girl he would soon have at his mercy.
She had very perky breasts over a tight ribcage. Her waist was perfectly symmetrical, with a cute dimple of a navel. Her hips were in perfect proportion to the rest of her young body, leading to a pair of the smoothest legs he’d seen since he first laid eyes on Jessica. All of this could be seen due to the stunning outfit she was wearing. She’d been informed by Jessica that Rick was a man who liked magician’s assistants in his fantasy life, so she had obliged in a gorgeous manner.
She had elbow length gloves of sheer blue shiny material. Her top was little more than an augmented bikini top, shiny with blue tassles hanging down and brushing over her ribs. Alicia’s full breasts were barely contained in the stretched fabric. She had a small pair of panties on, blue as the rest of her outfit with a wispy sash swishing over her hips like a short skirt made of spider webs. Her high heels were more strap than shoe, the sparkly blue pumps hugging the shape of her tiny feet.
“You like?” Alicia asked Rick as she struck a few sexy poses.
“Very much, my dear…” he replied, and kissed her cheek.
Time was spent on the couch, the three talking and getting comfortable. A bottle of wine was gone when Jessica got the evening rolling.
“Shall we show Alicia the playroom?” She winked at Rick.
“I do think that it’s time,” he said, getting up and taking Alicia by the hand.
The three descended the stairs to the basement and Alicia’s eyes went wide at the sight of several contraptions that looked just like the boxes in the illusions she’d seen on TV.
“Wow, you two really are into this whole thing, aren’t you?” she said.
“Yes, it’s almost like a private club,” Jessica said, “kind of like our own magic cellar.”
Magic Cellar, Rick mused. Good name, I’ll have to remember that.
“So what is it that you guys do down here?” asked Alicia as she walked around the room, running her hands over the mysterious boxes.
“Well,” Rick began, “I usually put Jessica into one of these and we have kind of a show. It’s my fetish, I guess you could say. As you can see, these boxes open at a lot of strategic points…so the evenings are a lot of fun for everyone.”
“I see,” she said. Alicia had been involved in a lot of strange things since she’d become a professional submissive, and this wasn’t even close to the strangest. She was at ease around Jessica and her charming friend, completely oblivious to the way her life was about to change.
“Alicia,” Rick said as he stood by his latest creation, “This one is just for you.”
Alicia looked the box over. It was lying on a large table. Black, with little else to make it look special. She noticed the fine lines all over the surface and figured these to be tiny doors that would give her new customer access to various parts of her young body. Well, she thought, whatever floats your boat.
“Ok, I’m game!” she exclaimed.
Rick and Jessica exchanged a knowing glance.
“Well, then all you have to do is step up,” he said as he opened the entire top panel, which was like lifting a coffin lid. He helped her in it and laid her down. She was lying in a spread eagle within the shallow box. The edges of the box completely surrounded the girl, her body fully within its confines.
“Now, we have to keep you still for the trick…”
Alicia was told by Jessica that Rick liked to “pretend” he was performing illusions with his ladies, so Alicia had no idea that she was being prepared for the most unusual night of her life. Rick fastened her wrists and ankles into straps bolted to the bottom of the large box. Spread and helpless, she saw everything go dark as Rick closed the lid.
The darkness only lasted a moment as a panel in the lid was opened, uncovering the young woman’s face. Rick was preparing the rest of his illusion, so Jessica was keeping the captive company.
“So what do you think so far?” she asked her friend.
“Well,” she replied, her face the only visible part of her, “it’s kind of weird, but neat. I can’t move, but I’m totally encased in this box. So what’s the deal? What next?”
“You’ll see,” Jess said as she tweaked the nose of the bound girl, “It’ll be a blast…”
Alicia couldn’t be sure, but was that a low chuckle she heard from her friend?
Rick approached the box with something Alicia had never seen. It was metallic, like a tic-tac-toe field, but with many squares instead of the standard nine. It seemed to be long blades crisscrossed. Rick rested this thing on top of the box that Alicia’s body was trapped in.
“Wh-What’s that thing for?” she asked with a touch of nervousness in her voice.
“Oh, don’t worry,” said Rick, “You won’t feel a thing. Well, not from this, anyway.”
Rick had the contraption on top of the box, each of the interlaced blades running along one of the faint lined intersecting the lid. He started to push down. The blades disappeared into the surface of the box and with an audible thunk connected with the bottom of the device.
Within the confines of the box, Alicia could feel no pain, but suddenly was absolutely unable to move. Her bondage held her secure before, but now she felt like she couldn’t even twitch a muscle. It was as if her muscles were no longer attached to each other and the signals her brain was sending to her body were simply not being received.
“Comfy?” Rick asked as he lifted one six inch by six inch square of the box up and away from the rest of it.
“What did you do to me?!?!?” Alicia asked, not sure whether to be astounded or scared.
“Actually, hun,” Jessica said to the girl, “Rick here just removed a part of your body. I think now would be a good time to tell you that this magic is real. I went through the same thing, and I couldn’t believe it either. But believe it, your body has just been dissected into many little pieces.”
“Let me out! I don’t want to do this anymore!” Alicia screamed.
“Now, now, don’t be such a spoil sport,” Rick said as he placed the tiny part of the box he’d removed from its parent on the lid.
He opened the front of the little box, and Alicia was stunned to see a small, concave piece of what looked like skin.
“What the hell is that?” she asked.
“This, my dear, is a small section taken from your body, right under your arm.”
Rick then blew upon the exposed few inches of flesh and all of Alicia’s disbelief vanished as she actually felt the wind of his breath under her right arm. But she felt as if it were coming from somewhere else. That part of her body was not where it was supposed to be.
“See?” asked Rick, “It is real. Would you like to be taken apart now?”
“Oh my God! Please get me out of this thing! Please?” Alicia was begging.
Stroking her face through the open hole, Jessica spoke to the young woman she’d lured here.
“It’s not that bad once you get used to it,” she said, “You might even enjoy it. You might even get a few laughs out of it, right Rick?”
“Oh, most certainly,” he replied as he placed the tip of his finger over the few inches of smooth skin. Wriggling his finger over it, he got an instant reaction out of the trapped Alicia.
“Wh-What…haahaahaa…are you…heehheee…doing??” she squealed as the giggles escaped her lips.
“I’m just making sure you have a good time, that’s all. Or at least making sure I have a good time. That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it, my sweet?”
“Y-Yes..haahaaa….but not…ohnoooooo….like thiiiisssss!!!…hhaaaahheeeee…”
“Oh, by the way,” Jessica interjected, “did I tell you that Alicia is THE most ticklish girl the agency has right now?”
“Oh really now?” Rick said with mock surprise, already knowing why Jessica talked this particular girl into joining them, “well I guess we’ll just have to find more pieces that work then, don’t we?”
“N-No please! Don’t tickle me like this! It’s not fair! I don’t know how you’re doing this, but I’ll die if I can’t move! How can you tickle me if I can’t move? It’s cruel!! Come on! Jessica:? Please?”
“Let’s just see what this does, shall we?” said Rick as he lifted out a piece from around the center of the girl’s body. Placing it on the top of the box, he opened the small lid to reveal a small patch of golden skin with a curiously oval depression in the center of it.
“Well, well, well” he exclaimed as he handed the tiny container to Jessica, “I think we’ve found Alicia’s belly button. Would you use this on it please while I take the rest of her apart?” He handed Jessica a tiny feather from his small table of tools. Tools that were more than familiar to Jessica.
“Surely.” She replied as she dipped the tip of the quill into the box and made contact with the deep navel.
“Ticklish there, honey?” she asked as the laughter coming from the helpless girl answered that question for her.
“HAAAHAAAAA!!!! OHNOOO!!!…HHAAHAHAEEEE….N-NOTMY…HHAAAHAAA….BELLYBUTTONNOOOO!!!!!…PLEEEAAAASSEEESTOOOOP!!!!”
“No way…this is too much fun!” Jessica was truly enjoying being on the giving end for a change. Stroking the sensitive skin around the girl’s sexy navel, she tickled without mercy as Rick lifted two small sections out of the main box and set them on the table that he’d used to torture Jess’s parts when they’d first met.
Alicia could almost feel some of herself being lifted away, but the tickling was proving quite distracting. Jessica had gotten her hands on the small box containing the little section of Alicia’s armpit and was running her sharp fingernail all over the immobile surface while she continued to tickle the navel of the poor girl.
Rick, meanwhile, set the two boxes he’d removed next to each other on the table. Opening them, he revealed Alicia’s sides. At the bottom of the section, the top of the tiny bikini string could be seen running over the hip. Each box held the girl’s side from hip to just under the ribs. Rick then was struck by an idea.
Walking over to the large box, he placed his hands over the section containing her head and gave her a warning.
“Alicia, you might want to close your eyes, this can be a little disorienting.”
He then pulled out the box with the girl’s head and placed in on top of the box, facing the table where her midriff rested in two sections.
Opening her eyes, she shook off the brief vertigo. She was still in awe at the power she’d stumbled into, but the reality had been accepted by her mind. She was somehow being taken apart but kept alive and pain-free. She couldn’t believe that these two people were actually tickling her in such a vulnerable position, but she could tell by the lust with which they worked that she was not going to get any relief anytime soon.
Rick was standing next to the two sections of belly and taunting the girl by wiggling his fingers a few inches from the skin.
“Should I?” he teased.
Jessica had stopped tickling the parts of the trapped female she held, intent on seeing how much Rick could get her to beg.
“No please! Oh God don’t tickle me there! I’ll die, I know it, PLEEEEAAASSSE???!?!?!”
“Oh, I think you’ll be quite alright,” Rick sneered, “a little hysterical maybe, but alright. Shall we start?” His finger inched closer to her smooth flesh.
“Noooooo…” she begged with a certain crying lilt to her voice.
“Here it comes…..”
Rick lowered his fingers, one on each side. He stiffened them and pressed in a little. Running them up and down the length of the skin exposed by the box, he could feel the warmth of the belly he was tickling. He wriggled over the incurve of her waist on either side and Alicia lost all composure.
“AAAHHHAAAHAHAHA!!!!NOOOOOOO!!!!….(GASP)….OHHH..HEEHEEHEE….OHSHITOHSHITNOOOO!!!….HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAHEEEEHAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Rick could feel her trying to wriggle away from his tickling fingers. The muscle under the skin was squirming, trying with great effort to escape. But there was no room to move, and no place to move to. She was trapped, her sides held immobile and helpless as Rick took advantage of her and tickled her without mercy. Poking into each side just above the hipbones, he slid each finger back and forth, tickling her deeply, torturing the sensitive section of Alicia’s naked skin.
“AAAIIIGGGGHHH!!!!…..OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!!….(GAASSSSPPP)..I-I..HAAHEEE…C-CAN’T……..HEEEHEEEE…BRREEEAAATHHHH!!!….OH..HAAHAAAAAA!!”
“Oh, you can to,” Rick replied, “Jessica, if you would…”
As Rick continued to tickle the poor girl, her navel now also a target as Jess gave Rick that section, Jessica performed her part of the illusion. She removed several more sections around the girl’s arms. Lining them up on the table, she opened each one. The length of each arm was contained within, but broken up by the end of each tiny box. Her armpits were in two of them. Her biceps in two others. Even the sides of her breasts were held captive in their own magical prison. Jess had two pointy feathers and went to work, tickling first the armpits, then the tits, then the sensitized skin of the rest of Alicia’s arms. Rick continued tickling her disembodied sides as Alicia let loose in a wail of hysterics.
“ST-STOPPPLEEEAASSEE!!!!…..NOOO!!!..AAAHAHAHHEEEHEHEEAAIIGGHH!!!!!!….(PANT PANT)…I….C-CAN’TTAKEANYMOOOORRE!!!!!…AAHAHAHEEEEEEENONONONO!!!!”
“Tickletickletickle,” Jess teased, fully getting into being the torturer for the first time. Maybe Rick had something here. This was fun! She was getting excited by tickling the helpless girl. Not as excited as when Rick tickled her while getting her off, by excited in a different way.
“I think she might be ticklish on her ribs, Jessica, what do you think?” Rick said as he sneered in Alicia’s direction.
The two stopped the torment of the call-girl momentarily.
“Pl-Please,” Alicia was begging, “No more….please…I c-can’t take anymore….Please???”
“Oh, but we’re just getting started love,” Rick teased as he lifted out two long sections from either side of what was left of the girl. Setting these on the table, he opened them to reveal both halves of her hyper extended ribcage.
“Oh God NO!” screamed Alicia as Rick’s intentions became clear.
“Now that sound like someone who’d hate to have her ribs tickled…” Jessica said with a smile.
Rick wordlessly started to torture Alicia in the most intense way. Each hand was clawed, the fingers stiff. Resting between each rib, he slowly started rubbing them over her ribs. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he tickled with no mercy, no remorse. He was lost in what he was doing. He loved doing this with Jessica, but having a new victim with fresh responses brought him back to that first night with the lovely Jessica.
“Kitchie Kitchie Koooo…..Damn this looks like it tickles like hell! Does it?”
Alicia had no response, her screams serving as her only communication.
“I asked you a question, young lady,” Rick said as he dug in harder and deeper, tickling each nerve bundle with ferocity, “Does this tickle?”
“AAAIIGGGH!!!!!..Y-Y-……YEESSSS!!!!!!……IT…HHAAHHEEEEAAAAAAA…ITTICKLLLLLEEESSSS!!!!!!…SSSSTT….HHAAHHEEEEE…SSSTTOOOOOPPPPPLEASSEEEAAIIGGHHH!!!!!!!!”
“Jess?” Rick eyes his partner who was watching Alicia’s torment with growing excitement.
“Huh, OH!” she snapped back to reality and started to tickle the parts in front of her. The feathers stroked the skin of Alicia’s armpits in maddening circles. Alicia prayed to pass out as the new sensation threatened to overload her mind. Her ribs ached from the merciless tickling, while the feather touches under her arms were driving her mad.
“Tickle tickle tickle…” Jess teased again, “Kitchie Kitchie Kooo…..What soft skin to run feathers over…..tickletickletickle……tickle tickle…..”
Rick watched with enjoyment as Jessica showed her sadistic side. Was it because of what she’d gone through at his hands or was it something else? In any case, he knew that he had a true partner in whatever this was. Wherever he went with this, he couldn’t imagine doing it without Jessica.
Rick stopped tickling Alicia’s ribs with one hand as he used to again tickle the tortured blonde’s exposed side. One hand on her ribs, one on her side, and Jessica going ballistic on the soft skin of Alicia’s arms brought the helpless girl to a new level of pure torture.
Alicia was struggling to move anything, but was unable. All of her parts were unattached, unconnected to the others. A muscle pulled here didn’t react there. She was only able to feel herself being tickled and tickled by two people who showed no sign of relenting. Her laughter had gone silent, her breath coming in gasps. She was losing her battle with consciousness.
Rick and Jessica were relentlessly tickling every square inch of Alicia’s body. By the time they got her completely apart, there were over twenty small boxes all over the table. The largest was the one containing Alicia’s head, eyes pointed forward, able see only the torture of her own body. The other boxes were smaller, most of them exposing six to ten inches of ticklish skin. Even the parts that normally she never thought about were being tortured. Feathers over the skin behind her knees, light finger strokes up and down her neck, small patches of flesh that were once her back were tickled by Q-tips and fingernails.
“Now,” said Rick as he and Jessica wound down, “we have yet to uncover those lovely feet, my dear.”
Alicia was barely able to even beg.
“No……..please……..I’m going……to die……”
“Oh, so melodramatic….” Rick said as he prepared to open the boxes containing the perfect little feet.
Alicia’s sanity was temporarily saved by the sound of the doorbell.
“Oh shit!” Jessica exclaimed, “now what?”
“Quick,” Rick said as he started closing the doors on all of little boxes, and shut the panel over Alicia’s face.
Jessica followed suit, all of the boxes closed within seconds. Rick went up the stairs and before Jessica could follow, she knocked her hip against the table, spilling the small black boxes all over the floor. She opened the panel over Alicia’s face to see if the sudden movement of all of those parts at once did anything. She saw Alicia’s eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. She had passed out.
Hurrying up the stairs, Jessica saw Rick talking to a woman in the living room. Ann, the owner of the agency that had sent her and later Alicia to this house. What did she want?
It turned out that they’d been tickling Alicia way past the time she should have been back. Ann was here to check on things. Jessica had turned up late from this location before, and twice was a little bit strange.
Jessica did her part, assuring Ann that they were having a wonderful time, Alicia in friendly bondage downstairs, the three of them losing track of time. Rick handed over a large wad of cash that settled the discussion. Ann was more than happy to leave the girls there for the night at the price she’d just been paid. Three times what she normally got for two girls for an entire evening. Rick was in full gentleman mode, thanking Ann repeatedly for having the best organization in the city, blah, blah, blah.
After the initial tension, Ann stayed for a few minutes talking with Jessica, assured that all was well. She left the couple to their play, after putting Rick on her “VIP, Do Not Bother” list.
“That was close,” Rick said as the two of them headed back to the place Jess had dubbed his Magic Cellar.
“Good thing Alicia passed out, it could have been really weird if Ann came down here because she heard screaming.” Jessica replied.
“Yes, now if we can--” Rick was stopped short as he took in the sight before him.
There were over twenty boxes all over the floor. All closed, all black. Most of them the same size.
“You did number them or something, right?” Jess cautiously asked.
“Ummm, no not really.” Rick answered.
This was going to be fun, he thought. Yeah, he could tell what a lot of the parts were by looking at them, but with most of the boxes containing a six inch patch of flesh, the back of a knee could really be the skin of an armpit. He was not going to put the poor girl back together the wrong way. Not only would it be cruel, but he had no idea what it might do to the girl once she was outside of the box’s magic.
“Oh, shit, Rick,” Jess said, “We’re in deep shit…”
Rick thought about it for a moment.
“Maybe not,” he relied, scratching his chin, “Let her sleep for a while. I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda worked up…any ideas?”
“Well, yeah…” Jessica blushed at him. She was excited beyond words right at the moment and needed him. Alicia would be fine. “But what about Alicia? How are we going to figure out what goes where?”
“Don’t worry about it, Jess,” Rick said with a decidedly evil grin, “I have an idea….”
After their first meeting, Jessica wound up shackled to his bed, asleep after multiple body-wracking orgasms. After waking, a long talk ensued and Jessica was as amazed by the events of the previous day as Rick was. She wasn’t sure why, but she had no intention of causing trouble for him. And Rick didn’t know why, but he believed her. They set up a time to meet again and Jessica agreed to be placed in the unusual device and brought to orgasm through the unreal tickle-torment and mystical manipulation. It was like their own little secret. Jessica liked being part of something so unbelievable, and who would she tell anyway without sounding like a nut-case?
In between the times that he spent with Jessica, which grew more and more frequent, Rick had devoted himself to studying the device left to him by his mysterious grandfather. He’d also gone back to the old homestead and uncovered a small library of books from around the world that his grandfather had collected. Many of them were about the same magic he was practicing. Night after night he was hunched over the ancient tomes. Through countless hours of study and experimentation, he’d discovered a few things.
First, the box itself had nothing to do with the effect. During a thorough search of the magic box one evening, Rick discovered what looked like writing on the inside of it, but in no language he’d ever seen. Going through every page of the books he’d acquired, he discovered that it was the writing itself that created the magic. He didn’t understand the timeless runes, but he learned what they did.
Second, and most important, he found that he could recreate these writings, according to the very meticulous instructions in many of the tomes. He could create his own illusions with any material and in any form he chose, so long as the arcane inscriptions were invoked properly.
Jessica, for her part, had changed over the last few months as well. She had become as vested in his interests as Rick was. Of course there was the excitement of the whole thing and the feeling of being part of something that no one else could possibly imagine.
But it was more than that, and Rick thought he knew what it was. In fact, Jessica herself was coming to realize the unusual effect of exposure to the illusions she was placed in. The only orgasms she’d been able to have lately were the ones given to her by Rick when she was helpless in the magical devices. Time and again, she showed up at his door, drawn to the energies that permeated her body whenever she was divided and manipulated. Rick’s study had discovered that it was an aftereffect of exposure to the mystical energies. She was given the most mind-blowing pleasure of her life while under its influence. It had become a part of her, and her a part of it. It was like an arcane symbiotic relationship.
Jessica needed it. Not just for sexual gratification, but it seemed for her very survival. If she went more than a few weeks, she started to become lethargic and ill. This was never intended by Rick, but there was little he could do about it now. And Jess didn’t seem to be all that upset anymore. At first she was mad, asking what he’d done to her. It took awhile to convince her that it was nothing intentional on his part. Now, Jessica was about as close to a partner as he would get. She tried out the new illusions he would invent, and got something in return for herself. Not to mention that she couldn’t stay away if she tried.
Rick kept his income flowing by putting on shows with his unbelievable illusions. He started to study stage magic, developing a style he liked. He learned a lot of the small tricks that he needed to fill the time between his major illusions and had become quite the sleight of hand artist. The local papers and even one TV station had done stories on him. He was in disguise when he performed, still hanging on to his anonymity in his day to day life. He was using the name Mike Harley, but he was going to come up with something else soon, once he could get national attention.
And this illusion could do it.
He was pushing the limits of his power, but if this worked it would be worth it. And Jessica would be here soon with a new unprepared assistant. Jessica had been “taken care of” as he put it the previous evening, and she asked if she could help him this time. She was curious what it was like to actually make the magic happen. She had mostly retired from her career as an escort but still had many friends in the business and still took the occasional V.I.P. job She was bringing one of those friends over this very evening.
Jessica had told the young woman, one Alicia Fordham, that her best and most interesting customer had been this guy that had a thing for magician’s assistants. Alicia was more than willing to accompany Jess to Rick’s place for an evening. Alicia was relatively new to her chosen career, but craved variety. She was pretty much open to anything, and her reputation as a professional submissive was beginning to precede her.
Of course, both Rick and Jessica knew what they were doing to this girl. Not only had Rick become quite obsessed with tickling of late, but the girl would come to crave the unusual predicament and Jessica had. They both knew that they were either going to introduce the young call-girl to an exiting new life, or condemn her completely. Once they had her, that was it.
Rick and Jess realized, however, that they were exploring uncharted territory, and the rules somehow didn’t seem to apply to them. In the back of his mind, Rick knew that this Alicia would only be the first of many women subjected to his unique form of torment. What he was going to do with so many women after they’d become hopelessly addicted was something he’d worry about later. This was still in the developmental stage and progress required sacrifice, right?
The illusion he was completing now was something never before even imagined in the realm of magic. If it worked, he could write his own ticket. But of course, it needed to be tested, and Jessica’s friend would be the guinea pig.
He finished his work and left the basement, headed upstairs to clean up and prepare. Shower, shave and a quick bite. And then Jessica, who he’d become quite attached to lately, would be here. With a friend. He found himself looking forward to meeting her, wondering what she’d look like, how her skin would feel. He was curious to hear how she would laugh, if she would scream, beg or simply giggle herself into unconsciousness. The newness of the whole thing was what he was truly enjoying. He felt like a spider, waiting in its web, wondering what new meal would land and become trapped. He had gotten himself ready and was sitting in his favorite chair when the doorbell rang.
Rick got up and answered the door. Jessica was there, of course…wearing her familiar overcoat which he knew covered some outrageously sexy outfit. The young woman with her was a beauty, to say the least.
“Rick,” said Jessica, “This is Alicia, she’s going to be playing with us this evening.”
“A true pleasure to meet you, my dear,” said Rick, taking her hand and kissing it in his most elegant manner.
“Thank you,” replied the blonde with a small giggle.
She was something, he had to admit. Kind of like Ellie Mae on that old TV show he used to watch. Blonde shoulder-length hair with a slight curl to it. Maybe five and a half feet tall with a really cute face. Not gorgeous or stunning, but cute in a homegrown sort of way. After entering his home, Alicia followed Jessica’s lead and removed her own overcoat. It was then that Rick got a good look at the girl he would soon have at his mercy.
She had very perky breasts over a tight ribcage. Her waist was perfectly symmetrical, with a cute dimple of a navel. Her hips were in perfect proportion to the rest of her young body, leading to a pair of the smoothest legs he’d seen since he first laid eyes on Jessica. All of this could be seen due to the stunning outfit she was wearing. She’d been informed by Jessica that Rick was a man who liked magician’s assistants in his fantasy life, so she had obliged in a gorgeous manner.
She had elbow length gloves of sheer blue shiny material. Her top was little more than an augmented bikini top, shiny with blue tassles hanging down and brushing over her ribs. Alicia’s full breasts were barely contained in the stretched fabric. She had a small pair of panties on, blue as the rest of her outfit with a wispy sash swishing over her hips like a short skirt made of spider webs. Her high heels were more strap than shoe, the sparkly blue pumps hugging the shape of her tiny feet.
“You like?” Alicia asked Rick as she struck a few sexy poses.
“Very much, my dear…” he replied, and kissed her cheek.
Time was spent on the couch, the three talking and getting comfortable. A bottle of wine was gone when Jessica got the evening rolling.
“Shall we show Alicia the playroom?” She winked at Rick.
“I do think that it’s time,” he said, getting up and taking Alicia by the hand.
The three descended the stairs to the basement and Alicia’s eyes went wide at the sight of several contraptions that looked just like the boxes in the illusions she’d seen on TV.
“Wow, you two really are into this whole thing, aren’t you?” she said.
“Yes, it’s almost like a private club,” Jessica said, “kind of like our own magic cellar.”
Magic Cellar, Rick mused. Good name, I’ll have to remember that.
“So what is it that you guys do down here?” asked Alicia as she walked around the room, running her hands over the mysterious boxes.
“Well,” Rick began, “I usually put Jessica into one of these and we have kind of a show. It’s my fetish, I guess you could say. As you can see, these boxes open at a lot of strategic points…so the evenings are a lot of fun for everyone.”
“I see,” she said. Alicia had been involved in a lot of strange things since she’d become a professional submissive, and this wasn’t even close to the strangest. She was at ease around Jessica and her charming friend, completely oblivious to the way her life was about to change.
“Alicia,” Rick said as he stood by his latest creation, “This one is just for you.”
Alicia looked the box over. It was lying on a large table. Black, with little else to make it look special. She noticed the fine lines all over the surface and figured these to be tiny doors that would give her new customer access to various parts of her young body. Well, she thought, whatever floats your boat.
“Ok, I’m game!” she exclaimed.
Rick and Jessica exchanged a knowing glance.
“Well, then all you have to do is step up,” he said as he opened the entire top panel, which was like lifting a coffin lid. He helped her in it and laid her down. She was lying in a spread eagle within the shallow box. The edges of the box completely surrounded the girl, her body fully within its confines.
“Now, we have to keep you still for the trick…”
Alicia was told by Jessica that Rick liked to “pretend” he was performing illusions with his ladies, so Alicia had no idea that she was being prepared for the most unusual night of her life. Rick fastened her wrists and ankles into straps bolted to the bottom of the large box. Spread and helpless, she saw everything go dark as Rick closed the lid.
The darkness only lasted a moment as a panel in the lid was opened, uncovering the young woman’s face. Rick was preparing the rest of his illusion, so Jessica was keeping the captive company.
“So what do you think so far?” she asked her friend.
“Well,” she replied, her face the only visible part of her, “it’s kind of weird, but neat. I can’t move, but I’m totally encased in this box. So what’s the deal? What next?”
“You’ll see,” Jess said as she tweaked the nose of the bound girl, “It’ll be a blast…”
Alicia couldn’t be sure, but was that a low chuckle she heard from her friend?
Rick approached the box with something Alicia had never seen. It was metallic, like a tic-tac-toe field, but with many squares instead of the standard nine. It seemed to be long blades crisscrossed. Rick rested this thing on top of the box that Alicia’s body was trapped in.
“Wh-What’s that thing for?” she asked with a touch of nervousness in her voice.
“Oh, don’t worry,” said Rick, “You won’t feel a thing. Well, not from this, anyway.”
Rick had the contraption on top of the box, each of the interlaced blades running along one of the faint lined intersecting the lid. He started to push down. The blades disappeared into the surface of the box and with an audible thunk connected with the bottom of the device.
Within the confines of the box, Alicia could feel no pain, but suddenly was absolutely unable to move. Her bondage held her secure before, but now she felt like she couldn’t even twitch a muscle. It was as if her muscles were no longer attached to each other and the signals her brain was sending to her body were simply not being received.
“Comfy?” Rick asked as he lifted one six inch by six inch square of the box up and away from the rest of it.
“What did you do to me?!?!?” Alicia asked, not sure whether to be astounded or scared.
“Actually, hun,” Jessica said to the girl, “Rick here just removed a part of your body. I think now would be a good time to tell you that this magic is real. I went through the same thing, and I couldn’t believe it either. But believe it, your body has just been dissected into many little pieces.”
“Let me out! I don’t want to do this anymore!” Alicia screamed.
“Now, now, don’t be such a spoil sport,” Rick said as he placed the tiny part of the box he’d removed from its parent on the lid.
He opened the front of the little box, and Alicia was stunned to see a small, concave piece of what looked like skin.
“What the hell is that?” she asked.
“This, my dear, is a small section taken from your body, right under your arm.”
Rick then blew upon the exposed few inches of flesh and all of Alicia’s disbelief vanished as she actually felt the wind of his breath under her right arm. But she felt as if it were coming from somewhere else. That part of her body was not where it was supposed to be.
“See?” asked Rick, “It is real. Would you like to be taken apart now?”
“Oh my God! Please get me out of this thing! Please?” Alicia was begging.
Stroking her face through the open hole, Jessica spoke to the young woman she’d lured here.
“It’s not that bad once you get used to it,” she said, “You might even enjoy it. You might even get a few laughs out of it, right Rick?”
“Oh, most certainly,” he replied as he placed the tip of his finger over the few inches of smooth skin. Wriggling his finger over it, he got an instant reaction out of the trapped Alicia.
“Wh-What…haahaahaa…are you…heehheee…doing??” she squealed as the giggles escaped her lips.
“I’m just making sure you have a good time, that’s all. Or at least making sure I have a good time. That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it, my sweet?”
“Y-Yes..haahaaa….but not…ohnoooooo….like thiiiisssss!!!…hhaaaahheeeee…”
“Oh, by the way,” Jessica interjected, “did I tell you that Alicia is THE most ticklish girl the agency has right now?”
“Oh really now?” Rick said with mock surprise, already knowing why Jessica talked this particular girl into joining them, “well I guess we’ll just have to find more pieces that work then, don’t we?”
“N-No please! Don’t tickle me like this! It’s not fair! I don’t know how you’re doing this, but I’ll die if I can’t move! How can you tickle me if I can’t move? It’s cruel!! Come on! Jessica:? Please?”
“Let’s just see what this does, shall we?” said Rick as he lifted out a piece from around the center of the girl’s body. Placing it on the top of the box, he opened the small lid to reveal a small patch of golden skin with a curiously oval depression in the center of it.
“Well, well, well” he exclaimed as he handed the tiny container to Jessica, “I think we’ve found Alicia’s belly button. Would you use this on it please while I take the rest of her apart?” He handed Jessica a tiny feather from his small table of tools. Tools that were more than familiar to Jessica.
“Surely.” She replied as she dipped the tip of the quill into the box and made contact with the deep navel.
“Ticklish there, honey?” she asked as the laughter coming from the helpless girl answered that question for her.
“HAAAHAAAAA!!!! OHNOOO!!!…HHAAHAHAEEEE….N-NOTMY…HHAAAHAAA….BELLYBUTTONNOOOO!!!!!…PLEEEAAAASSEEESTOOOOP!!!!”
“No way…this is too much fun!” Jessica was truly enjoying being on the giving end for a change. Stroking the sensitive skin around the girl’s sexy navel, she tickled without mercy as Rick lifted two small sections out of the main box and set them on the table that he’d used to torture Jess’s parts when they’d first met.
Alicia could almost feel some of herself being lifted away, but the tickling was proving quite distracting. Jessica had gotten her hands on the small box containing the little section of Alicia’s armpit and was running her sharp fingernail all over the immobile surface while she continued to tickle the navel of the poor girl.
Rick, meanwhile, set the two boxes he’d removed next to each other on the table. Opening them, he revealed Alicia’s sides. At the bottom of the section, the top of the tiny bikini string could be seen running over the hip. Each box held the girl’s side from hip to just under the ribs. Rick then was struck by an idea.
Walking over to the large box, he placed his hands over the section containing her head and gave her a warning.
“Alicia, you might want to close your eyes, this can be a little disorienting.”
He then pulled out the box with the girl’s head and placed in on top of the box, facing the table where her midriff rested in two sections.
Opening her eyes, she shook off the brief vertigo. She was still in awe at the power she’d stumbled into, but the reality had been accepted by her mind. She was somehow being taken apart but kept alive and pain-free. She couldn’t believe that these two people were actually tickling her in such a vulnerable position, but she could tell by the lust with which they worked that she was not going to get any relief anytime soon.
Rick was standing next to the two sections of belly and taunting the girl by wiggling his fingers a few inches from the skin.
“Should I?” he teased.
Jessica had stopped tickling the parts of the trapped female she held, intent on seeing how much Rick could get her to beg.
“No please! Oh God don’t tickle me there! I’ll die, I know it, PLEEEEAAASSSE???!?!?!”
“Oh, I think you’ll be quite alright,” Rick sneered, “a little hysterical maybe, but alright. Shall we start?” His finger inched closer to her smooth flesh.
“Noooooo…” she begged with a certain crying lilt to her voice.
“Here it comes…..”
Rick lowered his fingers, one on each side. He stiffened them and pressed in a little. Running them up and down the length of the skin exposed by the box, he could feel the warmth of the belly he was tickling. He wriggled over the incurve of her waist on either side and Alicia lost all composure.
“AAAHHHAAAHAHAHA!!!!NOOOOOOO!!!!….(GASP)….OHHH..HEEHEEHEE….OHSHITOHSHITNOOOO!!!….HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAAAHAAAHEEEEHAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Rick could feel her trying to wriggle away from his tickling fingers. The muscle under the skin was squirming, trying with great effort to escape. But there was no room to move, and no place to move to. She was trapped, her sides held immobile and helpless as Rick took advantage of her and tickled her without mercy. Poking into each side just above the hipbones, he slid each finger back and forth, tickling her deeply, torturing the sensitive section of Alicia’s naked skin.
“AAAIIIGGGGHHH!!!!…..OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!!….(GAASSSSPPP)..I-I..HAAHEEE…C-CAN’T……..HEEEHEEEE…BRREEEAAATHHHH!!!….OH..HAAHAAAAAA!!”
“Oh, you can to,” Rick replied, “Jessica, if you would…”
As Rick continued to tickle the poor girl, her navel now also a target as Jess gave Rick that section, Jessica performed her part of the illusion. She removed several more sections around the girl’s arms. Lining them up on the table, she opened each one. The length of each arm was contained within, but broken up by the end of each tiny box. Her armpits were in two of them. Her biceps in two others. Even the sides of her breasts were held captive in their own magical prison. Jess had two pointy feathers and went to work, tickling first the armpits, then the tits, then the sensitized skin of the rest of Alicia’s arms. Rick continued tickling her disembodied sides as Alicia let loose in a wail of hysterics.
“ST-STOPPPLEEEAASSEE!!!!…..NOOO!!!..AAAHAHAHHEEEHEHEEAAIIGGHH!!!!!!….(PANT PANT)…I….C-CAN’TTAKEANYMOOOORRE!!!!!…AAHAHAHEEEEEEENONONONO!!!!”
“Tickletickletickle,” Jess teased, fully getting into being the torturer for the first time. Maybe Rick had something here. This was fun! She was getting excited by tickling the helpless girl. Not as excited as when Rick tickled her while getting her off, by excited in a different way.
“I think she might be ticklish on her ribs, Jessica, what do you think?” Rick said as he sneered in Alicia’s direction.
The two stopped the torment of the call-girl momentarily.
“Pl-Please,” Alicia was begging, “No more….please…I c-can’t take anymore….Please???”
“Oh, but we’re just getting started love,” Rick teased as he lifted out two long sections from either side of what was left of the girl. Setting these on the table, he opened them to reveal both halves of her hyper extended ribcage.
“Oh God NO!” screamed Alicia as Rick’s intentions became clear.
“Now that sound like someone who’d hate to have her ribs tickled…” Jessica said with a smile.
Rick wordlessly started to torture Alicia in the most intense way. Each hand was clawed, the fingers stiff. Resting between each rib, he slowly started rubbing them over her ribs. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he tickled with no mercy, no remorse. He was lost in what he was doing. He loved doing this with Jessica, but having a new victim with fresh responses brought him back to that first night with the lovely Jessica.
“Kitchie Kitchie Koooo…..Damn this looks like it tickles like hell! Does it?”
Alicia had no response, her screams serving as her only communication.
“I asked you a question, young lady,” Rick said as he dug in harder and deeper, tickling each nerve bundle with ferocity, “Does this tickle?”
“AAAIIGGGH!!!!!..Y-Y-……YEESSSS!!!!!!……IT…HHAAHHEEEEAAAAAAA…ITTICKLLLLLEEESSSS!!!!!!…SSSSTT….HHAAHHEEEEE…SSSTTOOOOOPPPPPLEASSEEEAAIIGGHHH!!!!!!!!”
“Jess?” Rick eyes his partner who was watching Alicia’s torment with growing excitement.
“Huh, OH!” she snapped back to reality and started to tickle the parts in front of her. The feathers stroked the skin of Alicia’s armpits in maddening circles. Alicia prayed to pass out as the new sensation threatened to overload her mind. Her ribs ached from the merciless tickling, while the feather touches under her arms were driving her mad.
“Tickle tickle tickle…” Jess teased again, “Kitchie Kitchie Kooo…..What soft skin to run feathers over…..tickletickletickle……tickle tickle…..”
Rick watched with enjoyment as Jessica showed her sadistic side. Was it because of what she’d gone through at his hands or was it something else? In any case, he knew that he had a true partner in whatever this was. Wherever he went with this, he couldn’t imagine doing it without Jessica.
Rick stopped tickling Alicia’s ribs with one hand as he used to again tickle the tortured blonde’s exposed side. One hand on her ribs, one on her side, and Jessica going ballistic on the soft skin of Alicia’s arms brought the helpless girl to a new level of pure torture.
Alicia was struggling to move anything, but was unable. All of her parts were unattached, unconnected to the others. A muscle pulled here didn’t react there. She was only able to feel herself being tickled and tickled by two people who showed no sign of relenting. Her laughter had gone silent, her breath coming in gasps. She was losing her battle with consciousness.
Rick and Jessica were relentlessly tickling every square inch of Alicia’s body. By the time they got her completely apart, there were over twenty small boxes all over the table. The largest was the one containing Alicia’s head, eyes pointed forward, able see only the torture of her own body. The other boxes were smaller, most of them exposing six to ten inches of ticklish skin. Even the parts that normally she never thought about were being tortured. Feathers over the skin behind her knees, light finger strokes up and down her neck, small patches of flesh that were once her back were tickled by Q-tips and fingernails.
“Now,” said Rick as he and Jessica wound down, “we have yet to uncover those lovely feet, my dear.”
Alicia was barely able to even beg.
“No……..please……..I’m going……to die……”
“Oh, so melodramatic….” Rick said as he prepared to open the boxes containing the perfect little feet.
Alicia’s sanity was temporarily saved by the sound of the doorbell.
“Oh shit!” Jessica exclaimed, “now what?”
“Quick,” Rick said as he started closing the doors on all of little boxes, and shut the panel over Alicia’s face.
Jessica followed suit, all of the boxes closed within seconds. Rick went up the stairs and before Jessica could follow, she knocked her hip against the table, spilling the small black boxes all over the floor. She opened the panel over Alicia’s face to see if the sudden movement of all of those parts at once did anything. She saw Alicia’s eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. She had passed out.
Hurrying up the stairs, Jessica saw Rick talking to a woman in the living room. Ann, the owner of the agency that had sent her and later Alicia to this house. What did she want?
It turned out that they’d been tickling Alicia way past the time she should have been back. Ann was here to check on things. Jessica had turned up late from this location before, and twice was a little bit strange.
Jessica did her part, assuring Ann that they were having a wonderful time, Alicia in friendly bondage downstairs, the three of them losing track of time. Rick handed over a large wad of cash that settled the discussion. Ann was more than happy to leave the girls there for the night at the price she’d just been paid. Three times what she normally got for two girls for an entire evening. Rick was in full gentleman mode, thanking Ann repeatedly for having the best organization in the city, blah, blah, blah.
After the initial tension, Ann stayed for a few minutes talking with Jessica, assured that all was well. She left the couple to their play, after putting Rick on her “VIP, Do Not Bother” list.
“That was close,” Rick said as the two of them headed back to the place Jess had dubbed his Magic Cellar.
“Good thing Alicia passed out, it could have been really weird if Ann came down here because she heard screaming.” Jessica replied.
“Yes, now if we can--” Rick was stopped short as he took in the sight before him.
There were over twenty boxes all over the floor. All closed, all black. Most of them the same size.
“You did number them or something, right?” Jess cautiously asked.
“Ummm, no not really.” Rick answered.
This was going to be fun, he thought. Yeah, he could tell what a lot of the parts were by looking at them, but with most of the boxes containing a six inch patch of flesh, the back of a knee could really be the skin of an armpit. He was not going to put the poor girl back together the wrong way. Not only would it be cruel, but he had no idea what it might do to the girl once she was outside of the box’s magic.
“Oh, shit, Rick,” Jess said, “We’re in deep shit…”
Rick thought about it for a moment.
“Maybe not,” he relied, scratching his chin, “Let her sleep for a while. I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda worked up…any ideas?”
“Well, yeah…” Jessica blushed at him. She was excited beyond words right at the moment and needed him. Alicia would be fine. “But what about Alicia? How are we going to figure out what goes where?”
“Don’t worry about it, Jess,” Rick said with a decidedly evil grin, “I have an idea….”
