This story contains non-consensual DiD bondage, nudity and humiliation. It is a work of fiction. Please don't read it if these things are likely to upset or offend.
The first trick
The curtain rose, and the magician bowed, then blushed and switched to an awkward curtsey. She was obviously nervous. The crowd gave her a moderate round of applause, but seemed unconvinced.
The magician's name, according to the board at the side of the stage, was Alice. Or "The Amazing Alice", to give the young lady her full title. The middle-aged man in the third row felt that this was optimistic, based on what he had seen so far. He knew more about magic than most, and could see at once that Alice was not suited to this line of work.
Not that she was lacking in every area. Visually, for example, it was difficult to find fault: Alice was a slender brunette with glossy dark hair, bright green eyes, perky breasts and a cute round bum. All of these qualities were accentuated by her outfit. She was dressed in a snugly tailored tuxedo, complete with an ultra-tight white shirt that was struggling to contain her bosom, high heels, a cute bow tie, and an even cuter top hat. She looked good enough to eat.
But she wasn't on the stage to be eaten, she was up there to perform magic. And it didn't seem to be going very well.
"F-for my first trick," she stuttered, "I will make a rabbit appear from my hat."
She took off the hat, reached in her slender white fingers, and... came out empty handed.
"Oh dear," she blushed, "he must have gone for a sleep somewhere."
The audience laughed good-naturedly. It's much easier to forgive incompetence from the exceptionally beautiful, reflected the middle-aged man, whose name was Charles.
The second trick
"Never mind. This next trick is a bit easier. I will make a volunteer... disappear!"
This should be good, Charles thought. A full vanish, on (he was fairly sure) a genuine member of the public? Points for ambition, at least. A young man named Lucas was persuaded to go up on stage, and stood behind a curtain. Alice waved her arms, chanted some unconvincing magic words, and then threw back the curtain. Unfortunately, Lucas was plainly still there, and thoroughly confused.
Alice had her back to the audience, and when she turned it was apparent that she was just as confused as the volunteer and probably more so. Particularly when the audience began to whistle and laugh loudly, having noticed that the pretty magician's tight white shirt had inexplicably vanished from beneath her tuxedo. The bow tie was still securely tied around her neck, the top hat was intact, and her lacy red bra was there in all its glory, but the shirt was gone. She gave a little squeak of embarrassment and fled the stage.
Charles chuckled to himself, and then stopped. How the
hell
did she manage that, he wondered. He doubted most magicians could do that on purpose.
The third trick
Alice returned, with a fresh - and possibly even tighter - white shirt in place, and her composure mostly returned. She looked determined: lips pursed, eyes narrowed. Charles had seen that look before on some of his most promising students. She was going to prove everyone wrong... or make everything worse.
"Sorry about that, everyone," she said, smiling. "Just a small technical issue. Let's have a big hand for Lucas, a wonderful volunteer."
The audience obliged, clearly enjoying themselves, although possibly not in the way Alice would have wanted. Charles was still picturing the way her breasts had looked in that skimpy bra, knowing full well that a canny magician would use any means to misdirect the audience's attention. The girl was so beautiful that it was difficult to concentrate on her 'technique'.
"For my next trick..."
"Next? You've not managed one yet!" called out a well-refreshed gentleman near the back, to hearty laughter.
"Okay, you've got me," Alice smiled, "but this one is worth the wait. I'm going to climb inside that wardrobe..." She pointed to an elaborately carved item on one side of the stage. "...and climb out of that one!" This was way over on the other side, a good 30 feet away. Charles leaned forward, intrigued. There was an obvious method, but it didn't seem plausible that identical twins of such outrageous beauty could have reached their mid-twenties without becoming famous. Besides, it took great skill to smuggle in the second twin without alert members of the audience spotting the trick, and Charles was more alert than most.
"I've seen that movie!" It was the same heckler as before. "You've got an identical twin! Or a machine that clones you!"
Alice smiled again as the audience laughed. "I've seen it too, sweetheart. How about you come up on stage and help me prove I'm not using any of those tricks?"
The drunk was game, although his confidence deserted him a little once he got under the spotlights.
"You think I've got a twin, honey? How about you examine both the wardrobes, and see if she's hiding inside. And you can check for cloning machines while you're at it."
The search was fruitless, as Charles had at once seen it would be.
"And now, please could you sign your name on this playing card? Then we will place it in the breast pocket of my tuxedo."
"You'll just take it out of your pocket, and throw it to your twin."
There was gentle laughter at this far-fetched idea, but Alice took it seriously.
"How about if you bind my hands tightly behind my back? Then I won't be able to reach the pocket at all. Don't worry, my hands will still be tied when I appear on the other side."
The volunteer seemed intrigued by this idea, and couldn't find a fault with it. He declined the offered rope, and produced a ball of string from his pocket. He quickly tied Alice's wrists together behind her back, obviously using his full strength to yank the knots as tight and secure as possible.
"Ouch! Honey, you really know how to treat a lady!"
