The Impaler is a classic trick, magician sticks sword in stand, balances girl on top, spins her round, girl drops, sword sticks out of her stomach. Boring. Pete's version is much more fun, well, not for the girl (me).
The lights come up and Pete and I are on stage striking our dramatic poses. I'm wearing a tiny micro-bikini, some very high heels. The bikini is about as small as it can get, it barely covers my pussy lips and the g-string at the back disappears between my cheeks. If I had any pussy hair it would all be on display in this outfit. I'm also holding a large sword in front of me with the tip of the blade resting on the stage. I seductively press my crotch to it and slide up and down it a couple of times like it were a lap dancing pole before handing it to Pete. He flourishes it and swings it around dramatically, finally turning and splitting a watermelon on the platform behind us. Pete asks for a volunteer and I go into the audience and choose one, leading him back to the stage.
Pete meanwhile pushes the hilt of the sword into a slot in the platform so that it is pointing straight up. On the front of the platform in the middle is a hand crank, two cables run out from the crank towards the sides of the platform, where they run over little pulleys and back towards the sword. On the ends of the cables, resting loosely on either side of the sword are some steel cuffs.
Pete hands the volunteer a set of handcuffs and I turn my back offering my hands so he can put them on me. With my hands secured behind my back Pete leads me around to the back of the platform and helps me up. I stand astride the sword, the tip of it just slightly presses into the fabric of my bikini causing it to be pushed into my pussy, outlining my lips. Pete closes one of the cuffs on the end of the cables around my ankle and instructs the volunteer to do the same. When both my ankles are secured, Pete turns the crank at the front of the platform taking the slack out of the cables.
Next Pete tells the volunteer to remove my shoes, he steadies me as the volunteer unbuckles each shoe and slips it off, now I'm standing barefoot on my tiptoes. Without the extra few millimetres from the soles of my shoes the sword is really pressing into my pussy. It's extremely uncomfortable and without the use of my arms it takes all my concentration to hold the position. If he's feeling particularly mean, Pete will take his time or do a small trick, leaving me balancing there.
Pete directs the volunteer to the crank and tells him to give it a full turn. The cables tighten, my ankles are pulled apart and there's nothing I can do to stop myself from descending. The sword pushes into my pussy and splits my bikini bottom open. It was my idea to do this trick wearing the micro-bikini, previously the sword would just tear the fabric of the bikini and disappear into me then Pete would remove it later in the trick, but it was a bit clumsy and it's much more dramatic to have my bikini split open and fall away.
With my bikini bottom gone I'm exposed from the breasts down and the tip of the sword is buried in my pussy. Also exposed is the large ring pierced horizontally through the base of my clitoris, the audience members who were paying close attention to my crotch may have spotted the outline in the fabric of my bikini, but now as it hangs free I can feel it tugging on my clit.
Over the next few minutes Pete does his routine with the audience, punctuated by telling the volunteer to turn the crank. Each turn drags my ankles further apart, pulling me down onto the sword. As I descend I can feel the cold steel of the sword moving up inside me, it's not painful, but it is a very strange feeling. The blade is quite wide and so my pussy is stretched around it, the edge rubbing my g-spot increasing my arousal all the time.
As I feel the sword moving up into my neck I throw my head back, with the next turn of the crank the sword emerges from my mouth. One more turn and I'm in a full straddle split, my pussy pressed to the hilt of the sword and the blade sticking out of my mouth far enough to keep me staring at the ceiling and prevent me from closing it.
The audience applauds as I sit there helplessly stretched and impaled. My torture isn't over yet though. Pete produces a small padlock, hooks it through my clit ring and through a hole in the cross-guard of the sword, then clicks it closed. The sword is now anchored to my most intimate spot making it impossible to escape.
My ankles are released from the shackles, I hold the split for a few seconds before drawing my legs together in front of me then crossing them in front of me. I sit like that for a few moments, then bring my legs up and place my bare feet on the platform either side of me. I shut my eyes squeeze my pussy muscles as hard as I can and lift my body. The pull on my clit is almost unbearable as it takes almost the full weight of the sword, usually my pussy is so slick by this point that I can't get any purchase on the smooth blade. As I rise the sword comes with me, slowly I get to my feet keeping my back straight, the sword blade still visible poking out of my mouth, the hilt protruding from my pussy.
With Pete's help I gingerly step down from the platform and he guides me to the front of the stage. It's difficult to walk as my head is forced back, each step tugs on my clit and I constantly feel the sword inside me so I end up doing a very un-sexy waddle. I turn around a couple of times so the audience can get a good view ending up facing upstage. Pete steadies me whilst I bend over, keeping my legs and torso straight, feet about the width of my shoulders apart.
I always blush, knowing the audience have a perfect view of my ass hole, the hilt of the sword sticking out of my bright red pussy lips between my legs, pointing directly at them. Pete gently unlocks the padlock freeing my poor tortured clit. He places one hand on my backside, grasps the hilt of the sword with the other and pauses, smiling at the audience. I hold my breath, and suddenly Pete whips the sword out of my body like he was pulling it from it's scabbard. I gasp as I feel the blade slip from inside me, the entire length quickly rubbing over my g-spot. As the blade slides free from my slick pussy and Pete holds it aloft I collapse in a mind blowing orgasm.
Pete wipes my juices from the sword and helps me up, as the audience applaud again, I'm not sure if it's for the trick or my orgasm. There's one final torture in store for me as Pete leads me back to the platform. I step up and kneel facing the audience. I push my knees apart lowering myself so that my pussy touches the platform and tip my head back.
Pete holds the sword above me, this time blade down and flat side facing the audience the tip just above my mouth. I stick out my tongue, lick the tip and Pete drops the sword. It takes less than a second, but the sword falls, slips down my throat, emerges from my pussy and embeds itself in the platform. When it comes to rest the cross-guard is pressed into my mouth like a bit gag and the blade is buried firmly in the platform, pinning me in place.
As a final touch, Pete whips off by bikini top, scrunches it up and throws it up in the air, vanishing it before spinning me and the platform around giving the audience a good look at me. If we end the act on that trick, then Pete leaves me impaled as he signs autographs and mingles, otherwise, the stage-hands push me off stage and Pete releases me. Usually I'm content to stay there despite being so exposed, and wait for my post-orgasmic glow to subside.