"Pleasure Cruise - Exchange"(MF,mc,swap) 1/2


It seemed like a good idea at the time. My buddy Ted saw a
posting on one of the alt.sex newsgroups talking about a
hypnoerotic cruise: ten days in the Caribbean on a ship
full of people who are into getting hypnotized and putting
out. Annie had been getting on my case lately, saying she
wanted to have a "real vacation" for once, and I've always
had a closet yen for the whole hypnosis/mind control/sex
thing; this cruise seemed like the perfect opportunity to
have it both ways.
Ted was up for it, too. I showed him a couple of the
hypnofetish videos I bought off the 'net a while back and
he was hooked right away (though not enough to risk getting
his own copies - Kendra would shit bricks if she found even
soft porn in their house). So we played down the hypno
aspect and just sold our wives on the idea of going on a
cruise. They went for it right away.
Things got a little dicey when the cruise line sent us a
welcome packet describing the entertainment and amenities
on the ship: there was an extra insert talking about the
hypnoerotic theme and listing the names of the featured
acts. Annie just looked bored and said she'd pack a few
extra books, but Kendra wigged out. It turns out she'd had
a bad experience in college that Ted didn't know about:
she'd volunteered for a psych project and turned out to be
really easy to put under. One of the grad students took
advantage and made her suck him off on command. It took a
while, but Ted finally convinced her that there wouldn't be
an army of perverts on board with pocket watches trying to
get into her pants. It also helped that we'd already given
the travel agent a hefty nonrefundable deposit.
I think both of our wives were relieved when we finally
boarded the ship and everyone else we saw looked just as
normal as us. We spent the first day checking the place
out, figuring out where everything was and getting our sea
legs. Our rooms, B35 and B36, were across the hall from
each other. By the time we were headed downstairs for our
first dinner, the girls seemed pretty comfortable.
We had a great dinner: good food, good wine, and good
company is a hard combination to beat. We were still
talking about it when the hostess got up on the stage and
introduced the headline performer, Mistress Ursula.
I heard Kendra suck in a nervous breath, but I didn't pay
much attention once I got a look at Mistress Ursula. We
didn't have great seats, about eight rows back on the far
right side, but even from there I could tell this lady was
built. She got right down to business, picking a group of
volunteers and settling them into chairs on the stage. She
had a great voice, too - rich and deep and sexy. In just a
few minutes of her talking I could see the guinea pigs'
heads drooping down onto their chests.
"Hey, Brian - check this out." I tore my eyes away from
the lady hypnotist long enough to see what Ted was talking
about, and I almost sprayed wine across the table in
surprise. Kendra, our nervous Nellie who was so uptight
about hypnotists, was totally out of it. She was slumped
against Ted, mouth wide open and eyes shut.
I looked over at Annie to get her attention and saw her
sitting perfectly still, staring blankly into space. A
hundred possible things to do flew through my head, and
wouldn't you know I picked the stupidest one to actually
do: I put my hand in front of her face and waved it up and
down. "Hello, Earth to Annie."
That snapped her out of it, of course. She blinked a few
times quickly, then pushed my hand away. "What are you
doing?"
"Waking you up. You were most of the way to La-La Land."
"That's ridiculous," she said, but her cheeks flushed three
shades darker. Then she noticed Kendra, who was so far
gone by then that Ted had to hold her to keep her from
falling out of her chair. "Kendra! Wake up!"
"Huh?" Kendra said sleepily. Then, as if someone had
shoved a hot poker up her ass, she jumped up onto her feet.
"Holy shit!" She shook her head furiously. A few people
to either side of us gave her some strange looks, but the
rest of the crowd was too interested in Mistress Ursula to
pay us any mind.
"Let's get up and walk around for a minute," Annie
suggested. Ted and I were fine, so she and Kendra went off
by themselves in the direction of the bathrooms. While
they were gone, Mistress Ursula found herself a new pair of
volunteers - some guy and his wife, sitting at a table near
the front, had gone under while watching her work on the
stage.
"Good thing the girls didn't see that," Ted remarked.
The girls came back a little bit later, just in time to see
Ursula bring forward one of her women volunteers and start
talking about vibrators. Annie tensed up right away (as if
she didn't have one herself). Then, as we all watched,
Ursula got the woman's husband up there and they started
running the microphone all over the volunteer's body.
After a little bit the lady got so hot we could tell even
from our seats that she was really into it. I kept
sneaking little sideways glances at Annie. She was sitting
on the edge of her seat, with one hand locked in a death
grip on the edge of the table. Finally they touched the
woman's ear with the mike and she had a big O right there
on the stage in front of everyone.
I thought it was great; Ted and I applauded with gusto.
Annie and Kendra couldn't handle it, though. They stood up
again and Annie gave me one of those looks. "I've had
enough," she said. "Let's go."
"I want to see the rest of the show," I protested. "This
is great stuff." Besides, I had a major chubby at the
moment and I knew damn well she would not appreciate that.
"You go if you want."
Kendra gave Ted the same look, but he shook his head. "I'm
staying too."
"Suit yourself."
There was one immediate benefit: with our wives gone, Ted
and I could watch the show without having to worry about
who or what we chose to look at. I familiarized myself
with the finer points of Mistress Ursula's anatomy, as well
as the other women on stage. At the same time, I imagined
what it might be like to see Annie on the stage with her,
face blank, opening her blouse the way one lady had just
done to let a guy suck on her tit. I had to shift around
more than once to make room for the tusk growing in my
pants. After the show ended it took several minutes of
deep, earnest baseball talk before Ted and I were ready to
get up and leave.
We found the girls easily enough; they were out on deck
watching the water. They weren't upset, just a little
uptight, so we hit the dessert bar, spent a pleasant while
lingering over coffee, and called it a night.
Upstairs in our room, I lay back on the bed and watched
Annie undress, imagining in my head that she was hypnotized
and obeying my command. My dick got hard again, and since
I was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs Annie noticed
it. "That hypnotist got you pretty worked up, didn't she?"
"It's why she gets the big bucks," I replied
noncommittally. "But I came home with you, didn't I?"
"And I suppose you think I ought to reward you for that,
don't you?" She was smiling in that sexy way she has.
"A guy can dream, can't he?"
She came and stood over me, buck naked, and started
stroking the bulge in the front of my briefs. "As long as
I'm in the dream, sure."
I reached up, grabbed one of her tits, and started fondling
it the way she likes. "Every night," I promised.
She got me nice and hard, then pulled down my briefs and
climbed on top. She worked the head of my dick against her
slit for a few minutes until she was good and wet, and slid
down over me and started to ride. I gave her as good a
ride as I know how, and before long she was whimpering and
shuddering on top of me. I held my load until I was sure
she was done, then thought about the look on her face when
she was falling under Ursula's spell once more and that
pulled my trigger. Annie let me finish, then she climbed
off and put on a nightshirt and panties. I pulled my
briefs back on and went to sleep.
They were having video screenings the next day on the
promenade. Ted and I wanted to go, but of course Annie and
Kendra had no interest in watching hypnosis videos. No
problem - the girls found themselves a nice spot by the
pool to catch some sun, and we left them to it while we
went to the video screening.
The videos themselves ran the gamut from clinical
instruction videos to hardcore rape fantasies. The ones
that grabbed me the hardest were the ones where a real
hypnotist takes a couple of models and actually puts them
under, then has them do tricks to prove that they are
really hypnotized. There's something really hot about
watching a woman get hypnotized, even if she doesn't end up
naked.
After an hour or two, we figured it would be diplomatic to
go rejoin our wives. We went back to the pool area and
found a couple of guys sitting where the girls had been.
They said they'd been there almost an hour and hadn't seen
anyone else using those lounges. We were about to fan out
and start asking around when Ted spotted them coming over
from the front area of the ship. They had the strangest
looks on their faces, kind of mellow and content, like
Annie gets after a good solid round in bed only more so.
"Where've you been?" I asked Annie.
"It was too hot to sit there and bake all afternoon," she
said, "so we went for a walk. We got a little lost, but we
saw a lot of the ship."
"What's up front?"
"The first class cabins. It's like a four-star hotel over
there - they have a fancy lobby with a concierge and
everything!"
Kendra piped in, too. "And beyond that there's a private
tanning deck and sauna."
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Ted and I
managed to fall into a poolside poker game while the girls
went wandering over the back half of the ship. I didn't
give them much thought until they came back to grab us for
dinner.
"It's only five o'clock," Ted objected. "What's your
hurry?"
Kendra answered, "We want to get there early so we have
good seats for the show."
When I picked my jaw up off the floor, I looked at Annie
and she was nodding her head. "I want front row seats if
we can get them."
I was confused to say the least, but I wasn't about to look
a gift horse in the mouth. Hell, I figured, maybe Mistress
Ursula will use them as volunteers. We cashed out quickly
and headed up to our rooms.
The sign in the entrance to the dining hall explained
things for me a little bit. The main attraction that night
wasn't Mistress Ursula; it was a guy calling himself
Suzerain. The poster, which showed him levitating a blank-
faced woman, made him look about 7 feet tall and ripped. I
figured the girls must have seen that poster and developed
an interest in magic. No problem for me - magicians almost
always have gorgeous assistants aplenty in skimpy outfits.
We didn't quite make the first row, but we did manage a
table just left of center in the second row. Quite a bit
of work had been done on the stage for this act. The night
before it had been simply an empty platform on one side of
the dining hall. Tonight there were high partition walls
on each side and a second layer of raised platform above
the regular stage. A life-sized cutout of Suzerain himself
stood at center stage and glared at us as we ate, his eyes
seeming to follow our every move. To me it was more than a
little creepy, but the girls didn't seem to mind so I kept
quiet.
The period between dinner and show time dragged. We made
small talk and sipped wine for what seemed like half a year
before finally the lights dimmed. A spotlight beamed down
over the cardboard cutout on the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen," a voice boomed over the PA system.
"Prepare to witness extraordinary feats of magic and
mesmerism. You are now in the presence of . Suzerain!"
A deafening thunderclap sounded, and what looked like a
bolt of lightning struck the stage where the cardboard
figure was. The flash stunned me for a second, leaving a
blue streak across my vision. I blinked. For a second it
looked as though the cardboard cutout was moving; then I
realized it was Suzerain himself on the stage now.
"The guy certainly knows how to make an entrance," Ted
remarked.
"Shh!" the girls replied in unison. They were staring up
at Suzerain with great interest on their faces. I could
sort of understand why - the guy made quite an impression.
He was probably six feet tall normally, but standing as he
was on that high stage he looked bigger than Darth Vader.
He had olive skin, jet-black hair down to his shoulders,
and the biggest, blackest eyes I've ever seen on a man. He
wore shiny black tights, and medieval-style white shirt
with an open collar that showed a highly developed chest.
A black cape, boots and gauntlets completed the outfit.
"Greetings," he began in a clear baritone voice that filled
the hall. "I have several of my favorite illusions
prepared for your entertainment this evening; however, in
order to perform them for you I will require some audience
volunteers. I need six young ladies to assist me, please."
A bunch of hands shot up in the air all around us. I
looked around with amusement - what a bunch of sheep, I was
thinking - then was stunned to see that Annie and Kendra
were among those jumping out of their seats to get his
attention.
"What are you doing?" I hissed, grabbing Annie by the arm,
but she ignored me.
Suzerain surveyed the crowd dispassionately, like a
scientist selecting lab rats from a cage. He picked Kendra
and Annie and four other women from the front area and led
them up onto the stage, where six chairs had been quietly
placed in a row by a stagehand. He took Annie by the hand
and led her to center stage, leaving the others standing in
a row slightly behind.
"What is your name, please?" he asked, placing his
microphone in front of my wife's face.
"Annie," she answered.
"Have we ever met before, Annie?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Thank you, please be seated." Annie walked over to the
first chair and sat down. Suzerain repeated the process
with each of his volunteers; not surprisingly, they all
denied ever have met the man before. I've seen magicians
do that before and never believed it, but here I knew that
at least in two cases the volunteers were telling the
truth. Sure about that? a little voice in my head asked,
but I ignored it.
When all six of his chosen had taken their seats, he turned
again to the audience. "Excuse me please, ladies and
gentlemen, while I prepare my assistants. Do not watch too
closely, or you may find yourself falling into a deep state
of hypnosis." As soon as he said the 'h' word I expected
Kendra to bolt, but she just sat there watching him as if
he were the most interesting guy in the world.
Suzerain laid his microphone down on the stage and turned
to face the six seated women. His gloved hand reached high
into the air, closed in a fist, and then reopened with a
flourish. From his fingers appeared a shining, silvery
ball on a fine thread or chain. All six women's eyes
locked onto it as soon as it appeared. He began talking to
them in a slow, steady voice. I couldn't make out the
words, but the tempo and tone were a lot like I remembered
Mistress Ursula using the night before. While he spoke,
the ball twirled around on its string, sending little dots
of different colored light wandering around over the faces
of his volunteers. In no time at all their faces went
blank, their mouths started to open and their eyes grew
distant and sleepy-looking. Another minute or so and their
eyes all closed. Suzerain put away the shiny ball and
walked over behind his row of sleeping beauties. Standing
behind Annie, he put his hands on her shoulders. She
melted instantly: her shoulders slumped, her head dropped
straight down, and her body started to pitch forward out of
the chair. The magician caught her and steadied her,
speaking softly into her ear as he eased her into a more or
less stable position. I'd never seen Annie so thoroughly
out of it, not even the night she got passed-out drunk at a
fraternity party.
When Suzerain was finished, all six of his volunteers were
splayed out in their chairs, barely holding on to their
seats, like a bunch of hand puppets on a shelf. Some guy
in the front row let out a screeching whistle, but the only
one who moved was Suzerain himself. He came to the lip of
the stage and stared down at the fool with menace in his
eyes. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to - the guy
suddenly looked like he was about to wet himself and ran
for the exit.
Next the magician picked up his microphone again. "Ladies
and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. As you can
see, my assistants are almost prepared. Only one small
item remains."
On cue, a stagehand appeared from the wings pushing a tall,
ornate cabinet about the size of a phone booth. Its sides
were decorated in mystical-looking patterns, while the
front held a high-contrast portrait of Suzerain himself.
"This, ladies and gentlemen, is my portable dressing room."
The magician stepped around the cabinet and revealed that
the sides had full-length double doors, which he pulled
open. "As you can see, it is quite empty." To prove his
point, he walked through the cabinet and spun it around,
letting everyone see that there was nothing inside. "We
shall change that momentarily." He positioned the cabinet
so that the front faced the audience, leaving the sides
semi-concealed by their own doors. "Annie," he commanded,
"Please come here."
Over on her chair, Annie stirred. Her eyes opened but
stared blankly forward as she rose like a sleepwalker and
slowly floated over toward the cabinet. Suzerain guided
her in through the left side doors. He then closed the
doors on both sides and spun the cabinet once.
"Kendra," he called, "please come here." Opening the left
side doors, he conducted Kendra into the cabinet. He then
repeated the ritual with the other four girls, closing the
cabinet and spinning it around once after placing a girl
inside. The cabinet looked barely big enough to hold two
women, let alone six, so it was with a growing sense of
excitement that we watched the hypnotized women enter the
cabinet. Finally, when all six had been sent inside, he
spun the cabinet once more so that its right side faced
front. Suzerain opened the left (now back) doors, entered
the cabinet himself, and then burst through the front-
facing side doors. The cabinet behind him was empty!
Suzerain paused and bowed, acknowledging the applause from
the audience. Then he turned, closed the cabinet doors,
and gave it another spin. He knocked on the cabinet front
once. The doors opened, and out stepped Annie.
I was too stunned to applaud at first. When Annie had
stepped into the cabinet, she had been wearing a simple
green dress, hose, and black shoes. She came out wearing
almost nothing - just a tiny thong bikini, emerald green
with sequins. There wasn't enough cloth in that suit to
make a baby's bib. I wished I had a camera, because the
Annie I know wouldn't be caught dead in an outfit like
that; she's a firm believer in one-piece suits, and
generally looks good in them. Standing up there on stage
in that rig, though, she looked totally comfortable.
While I was gawking at Annie, Suzerain was spinning the
cabinet again. He knocked on the side and Kendra walked
out. Her thong suit was a deep, rich red but no bigger
than Annie's. Now I really wished I had a camera - I'd
never seen this much of Kendra's body before, and it
suddenly struck me that it was a damned fine body indeed.
Great hips, nice broad shoulders, perfect teardrop-shaped
tits, and an ass to die for. With a figure like that, I
wondered why she didn't flaunt it more. "God damn, Ted," I
said out loud, "Kendra looks fucking amazing!"
"Annie, too," he said, and I saw him staring at my wife's
jugs.
In due course four more barely-dressed babes appeared from
the cabinet until the lineup was complete. Each girl wore
a different color, but they all had the same glazed,
distant expression on their faces.
With all the girls back in their seats, heads down and
still, the cabinet was wheeled away and a new contraption
brought forward: a huge golden sarcophagus, held upright
on a dolly. Its shape was decidedly female, as was the
topless figure painted on the lid. A spotlight settled on
Annie's sleeping form as Suzerain spoke softly into the
microphone. "Annie, come to me."
Annie rose from her seat and drifted over to him, taking
his hand as he guided her next to the sarcophagus. He
looked at Annie, and then at the picture on the
sarcophagus, then back and forth again. He snapped his
fingers and a stagehand appeared with an Egyptian
headdress, which Suzerain placed on Annie's head. He then
walked around behind her, unhooked the bikini top and slid
it off her. The resemblance between Annie and the figure
on the lid was uncanny.
Satisfied at last, Suzerain opened the lid and pounded on
the sides and back to show that it was solid. Taking her
hand, he helped Annie step up into the casket. He had her
cross her arms in the classic position, closed her eyes,
and then swung the lid shut with an ominous bang.
The stagehand appeared again, this time carrying a wooden
rack loaded with long, gleaming swords. The audience
murmured in anticipation as Suzerain selected a sword from
the rack. He waved it in the air, banged it against the
sides of the casket, and jammed it into the stage floor to
prove it was firm and sharp. Then he took the sword and
placed the tip against the side of the casket. Slowly,
with even pressure, he pushed the sword into the cabinet.
A muffled moan came from inside the sarcophagus, which
brought a sharp intake of breath from most of the crowd.
There was something not quite right about the sound, but I
couldn't immediately place it.
Suzerain plunged another sword through the cabinet, and
this time the moan was louder and longer. The audience
went silent. Another sword penetrated, with another louder
moan, and I was stunned to recognize the moan - Annie makes
that exact sound, or a quieter version of it, when I put my
cock inside her.
Three more swords poked through the casket, each one
bringing a longer, louder moan, and even the audience
understood that Annie was crying out not in pain, but in
pleasure. Suzerain spun the sarcophagus around to show
everyone that the swords were indeed thrust through the
casket, and as he did so Annie continued to grunt out in
pleasure.
When Suzerain pulled out the swords, Annie reacted to each
movement with an impassioned wail, as if the swords were
somehow tickling her clit as they came out. He pulled out
the last one very slowly and deliberately, and as he did
Annie let out a delighted squeal that told me she was
getting off.
He waited a few moments for the sounds to fade, then slowly
opened the sarcophagus. There was my Annie, all in one
piece and back in her green dress! Suzerain snapped his
fingers and Annie's eyes popped open. The audience
applauded loudly as Annie tried to figure out what was
going on. She looked over and saw the five spellbound
women sitting there, and her mouth dropped open in
amazement. Suzerain took her by the hand and guided her to
the steps as the audience clapped and cheered.
Annie still seemed pretty dopey when she got back to our
table, so I got up and helped her sit down.
"You were awesome," Ted said enthusiastically.
Annie pointed at the row of volunteers. "Was I . like
that?"
"You looked great," I said diplomatically. "Green is
definitely your color."
Beet red was her color then, at least from the neck up. "I
need a drink!" I handed her a full glass of wine and she
downed it in one long gulp.
By then the applause had died down, and Suzerain was ready
for his next trick. He called Kendra, who slowly rose from
her chair and sleepwalked to him just as Annie had. "Have
you ever thought about being a model, Kendra?" he asked.
"Yes, Master." Master?
"Tonight you shall be one. In fact, you shall be a
mannequin. Even now you feel your joints growing stiff, as
if your body was a large plastic doll. Your joints all
move, but only if someone else moves them; you are
powerless to move on your own." To illustrate his point,
he then took Kendra's arms and stretched them out in front
of her. "See? They move at my touch, but remain locked in
whatever position I set. And now, I need a volunteer from
the audience to pose my new doll."
Ted and I both put up our hands - Annie's eyes were locked
on Kendra and she didn't seem to notice - but Suzerain
picked a guy from the front row who gave his name as Jack.
"Jack," he explained, "I want you to position Kendra in any
way you please, as long as she remains standing. Move her
arms, move her legs, move her head - anything you like."
Jack's eyes wandered freely over Kendra's unmoving body for
a moment, then he started to work. He took one arm, bent
it, and put the hand behind her head with the elbow
sticking out. He arched her back, which put a nice extra
lift under those exquisite tits. He put her other hand on
her hip, and spread her legs open a little. Suzerain
seemed satisfied and dismissed Jack back to his seat.
The stagehand reappeared long enough to hand the magician
what looked like a big hoop wrapped in shimmering cloth.
He called to two of his sleeping assistants, who came
forward and took the hoop in their hands. He spoke
instructions to them quietly, the microphone tucked under
his arm, and the girls responded by placing the hoop over
Kendra's head and slowly lowering it to the floor. Their
fingers worked at something, then they lifted the hoop
again. As they lifted the cloth unfolded from below,
forming a sparkling curtain of red and silver stripes that
completely hid Kendra from view. With the hoop held as
high as they could reach, the girls began to pace in a
circle around the hidden figure of Kendra, showing off
their best physical attributes thanks to the narrow straps
of the thongs. After two full revolutions, they stopped
circling and lowered the hoop again.
At first I thought nothing had happened, but then I
realized Kendra was gone! In her place was a genuine
department store mannequin. It had shoulder-length red
hair just like Kendra's, was dressed in an identical thong
suit, and was holding the exact pose that Kendra had been
in. As the audience applauded, Suzerain stepped between
the girls and just behind the inert figure. He yanked back
hard from the dummy's back and the bikini top snapped off.
He tossed it into the wings, then with a similar gesture
ripped off the lower piece. Now we could clearly see this
was a dummy, with all the right curves but none of the
detail of an actual woman. Suzerain gestured to his
assistants and they lifted the hoop again, circling the
figure twice more while we watched. They lowered the
curtain and Kendra was back, still in her original pose,
completely naked.
My eyes almost popped out of my head as I looked at my best
friend's wife standing there in the nude. Her nipples were
fully erect, standing proud and begging to be sucked and
frigged. Her neatly trimmed auburn bush formed a nice
little arrowhead pointing to the pleasure zone below. My
dick got so hard in that moment I thought I would cream in
my pants. While I was still staring the curtain came up
again, and my view was blocked by the entranced assistants
once again circling the space where Kendra was. They took
two revolutions, and when they lowered the curtain for the
final time Kendra was still there in her pose, but dressed
in her original clothes again. The crowd applauded.
Suzerain woke Kendra up just as he had Annie and guided her
to the end of the stage.
Kendra walked unsteadily back to our table looking
bewildered even after Ted took a hand to guide her to a
seat. Only then did she look back at the stage. "Oh, my
god!" she gasped, pointing at the remaining volunteers.
"Did I . was I . ?"
"And then some," Annie answered. "Me, too. Maybe it's a
good thing I don't remember any of it."
Kendra was hyperventilating; Ted handed her a big glass of
wine and, like Annie, she chugged it down in one long gulp.
Meanwhile, Suzerain moved on to his next trick. The
volunteer was a slender black lady, medium-skinned. Her
thong was sparkling white. He closed her eyes and told her
she was becoming stiff and rigid, like a solid board was
running all the way down her back. Then he had two more of
his lovelies bring chairs over and suspended the girl
between the chairs. I wasn't overly impressed - after all,
that's an old standby for hypnotists - even when he stood
on the girl's stomach to prove his point. I should have
known there would be more to it.
A stagehand brought him a shimmering silver cloth, which he
draped over the girl's rigid body. Standing over her in
the classic magician's pose, he held his hands out over her
body and raised them up. As he did, the girl's body
floated up off the chairs. The audience began to applaud,
but he wasn't through yet - he waved his hands more, and
the girl continued to float higher. As she did, we saw
signs of her body beginning to move under the concealing
cloth. The higher she rose, the more movement we saw.
When she reached Suzerain's shoulder level, he held the
microphone near her face and we could plainly hear her
moaning in pleasure. He stepped back and mimed a pushing
movement, and the girl rose even higher. Her moans became
louder and her head began to rock back and forth. She
continued to rise, and to moan and squeal, until she was
too high up to see clearly - only the reflecting light off
the cloth, and the loud shrieks of passion, told us she was
still up there. Finally after untold minutes she climaxed,
howling loudly and thrashing about above us. As her
bellowing faded, her body began to slowly sink back down to
stage level. When she came to rest on the two chairs, she
seemed to be asleep again. Suzerain had two assistants
lift her up, still wrapped in the cloth, and stand her
upright. Then, with a grand flourish, he whipped off the
cover to reveal that the girl was dressed again in her
original clothes. While the audience celebrated with loud
applause, he woke her up with a snap of the fingers and
sent her back to her seat.
Next was an Asian girl. He placed her in a tall cabinet
that looked as if it was made from three stacked boxes in a
frame. The front of the cabinet had a cartoon painting of
a woman in a purple thong bikini exactly like the one the
lady was wearing. Suzerain reached to a stagehand and took
a large, flat steel plate. He showed it to the audience,
letting the gleam of the spotlights reflect off it and
flexing the metal to prove it was solid. Once he was
satisfied we had all seen it, he guided the blade into a
slot in the side of the stack at the neck level and pushed
it through. He did the same at the second joint, just
above the hips. Once both blades had been inserted, he
pulled the middle section out to the side like an oversized
drawer, leaving a big space where the girl's middle should
be. Peekaboo doors on each section of the box were opened
to show that not only were her parts still there, but they
moved and reacted to his touch. He pulled off the bikini
top from the middle section and played with her breasts; as
he squeezed a nipple, the girl's face reacted with a look
of ecstasy. When he pushed the cabinet back together and
opened it, she was of course back together and dressed in
her original clothes.
With his next assistant, he did a variation on the classic
'Metamorphosis' trick. His remaining two girls handcuffed
him, tied him into a big sack, and locked him inside a
large, ornate trunk. One of the girls - a cute blonde,
although there were signs near the edges of her pink thong
to indicate she wasn't a natural blonde - got up on the
trunk with a curtain and raised it up over her head.
Seconds later it fell to reveal Suzerain standing on top of
the trunk. He opened the trunk, untied the top of the bag
and pulled it down to reveal his blonde assistant,
handcuffed, but wearing her own clothes.
His finale resembled something from the movie, "The Fly".
Stagehands wheeled out two cylindrical chambers, each just
large enough for an adult to get into. Into the left one
he conducted his last remaining subject, closing the door
and spinning a large wheel to seal the door (it looked like
the closing mechanism from a submarine door). He stepped
over to a large control panel in the center, punched a few
keys, and pressed a large green button. The number 30
appeared in a huge LED display on the panel and then
started counting down. As the numbers descended, Suzerain
placed himself in the right side chamber. We saw the wheel
spin clockwise as he secured the door.
When the clock reached zero, a blinding bolt of lightning
shot between antennae on the roofs of the chambers and a
huge boom was heard throughout the hall. Wisps of smoke
appeared from underneath each chamber. The crowd fell
silent enough that we could hear a faint metallic creak as
the wheel on the left side chamber turned counterclockwise.
The door eased open and a cloud of fog poured out, followed
by Suzerain himself.
He paused a moment to acknowledge the audience's applause,
then opened the right side chamber. Out came the same
cloud of fog, and with it a fully dressed volunteer.
Suzerain bowed, accepting the audience's adulation, and
then dismissed his final subject.
He acknowledged the audience again with a wave of his hand,
and then the stage went black.
We stayed at our table for a while after the show, talking
about it. I don't remember much of the conversation,
because most of the time I was only half paying attention.
The other half was fixated on how hot Kendra had looked,
first in her thong and then in the altogether. I kept
seeing the dazed look on her face, her body frozen in that
pose, her nipples poking out for all to see . don't get me
wrong, Annie's no slouch in the looks department and I'm
not often left wanting in bed. But something about Kendra
really got me hot that night. From the way Ted kept
sneaking sideways looks at Annie, I had a feeling I wasn't
the only guy at our table coveting his neighbor's wife. I
saw Suzerain across the room, working the crowd, and
wondered if he might be interested in a private
performance.
As luck would have it, the girls got up then to go to the
bathroom, leaving me alone with Ted. I got to the point
right away.
"You know, Ted, I've been thinking," I said.
"Yeah?"
"We've been friends a long time. We've shared almost
everything."
"Almost," he agreed, starting to look at me suspiciously.
I think he saw where I was going.
"Kendra looked incredibly hot up there, buddy. I gotta
confess, I got serious wood looking at her."
A lecherous grin stole over Ted's face. "Same here,
looking at Annie. She's got a great bod."
Here goes nothing, I thought. "Suppose we could swap for
one night," I proposed. "Would you be up for it?"
"Swap? You mean, you sleep with Kendra?"
"And you sleep with Annie. One night only, no questions,
no tales."
"The girls would never go for that, Brian. No way in
hell."
"One way, maybe," I said, and pointed at Suzerain. Ted
followed my finger, saw the magician there, and his eyes
got real wide.
"Jesus H. Christ," he said. "Do you think he'd do it?"
"Only one way to find out. If he says yes, are you up for
it?"
Ted looked straight back at me. "Hell, yes!"
Figuring there's no time like the present, I got up and
buttonholed Suzerain between tables. We exchanged a few
quick pleasantries and then I got to the point.
"My wife, and my friend's wife, were part of your show
tonight. We were wondering if you do any private
sessions."
His eyebrows rose. "You mean, therapy?"
"Not really. More in the line of fantasy fulfillment.
Something my buddy and I would like to try, but it would
take someone with your abilities to make it happen."
"I understand," he said, nodding sagely. "Something your
wives might not necessarily agree to without . persuasion."
"Exactly," I agreed. "We'd make it worth your while, of
course."
"Of course." Something about his voice as he said that
gave me a mild case of the willies. I looked up into his
deep, almost black eyes but found no clue to his meaning.
"Why don't you bring your wives to visit me this evening in
my stateroom? Room 11, in an hour perhaps?"
"Room 11, one hour. We'll be there."