Vagina Dentata - Magic Trick

Warning: Longer story. Horror, violence, castration and politics mostly near the climax.

May have a part two depending on response/requests.

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**LIMOUSINE RIDE**

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Senator Petros looked outside the limousine through the tinted bulletproof window. It had been some time now, but now he was sure that he wasn't in the D.C. area anymore. Had it been only ten minutes ago since he left the north wing of the Hill? His aide told him that a new donor had just given him a whopping eight figure campaign donation in return for spending some time with a lobbyist.

Petros knew how the game was played, so he thanked the aide and was practicing his charms in his office when the door opened. But he's not the one doing the charms tonight. No, he was the one completely bewitched. Even without the millions in bri... gifts, she already owned him.

The scent hit him first. Tangy, almost like cinnamon and lavender, something languid, yet spiced. Then the door opened and all wickedly smooth supple curves, perky breasts and a youthful barely legal elfin face that could only be found in the paintings of the best digital artists. Airbrushed perfection in the flesh clothed in a loose fitting red sleeveless and pinkish white shorts that matched her complexion. Altogether, they give the illusion of a every schoolboy's goddess dressed in only a singlet that barely covers her crotch. If he squinted, he would see the difference between the shorts and her legs, but he was too busy ogling to squint.

She had dragged him by the tie out of the office. He vaguely remembered some gasps from the Capitol staff and his colleagues, but he thought he heard his aide frantically shouting something. Probably some damage control, his brain tentatively suggested. Walk faster, his dick shouted.

He couldn't really recall getting into the limousine, but here he was. Staring at increasingly strange looking buildings that seemed to twist and turn in on themselves. Gargoyles and other strange sculptures abound, all blending into the surrounding dense foliage. And on the horizon, a castle? Was that a medieval minaret?

A soft hand rested on his bare thigh, so near his genitals that he was taken aback. He was wearing his pants a moment ago... wasn't he? This lavender like scent, so cloying, it's muddling his mind.

"Where are we? Are we still in DC? Is that a minaret?" And most importantly, who are you?

Her laughter was the promise of salvation and sin, salvation through sin. Husky, yet somehow light and lilt. "Yes. No. It is a place of wonder and woe. You saw a minaret my lord senator? It is newly erected."

Giggling laughter. "Alas, your own minaret languishes. Allow me to erect it."

With unnatural speed, the buxom beauty on his right snaked under his boxers and clamped down on his balls. He immediately jerked upright and flopped about. More giggles from his companion.

"Pardon me, wrong one." Her hand glided upwards and played with his growing tower, stroking it. She was toying with him. He had had enough of this. This was Senator Petros, the youngest senator in history at 24. The self styled Lord Emperor of the Senate. He loved a pretty woman's attention but something about this felt off. Petros remembered being a predator all his life, being on top.

Now, he just, he just didn't like the way this nameless stranger was handling him. Didn't like the way she looked at him, because that's the way he often looked at women. Like he's just a piece of meat to be devoured. Like prey.

"I Am A US Senator, I Don't Care How Much Your Boss Gave ..."

Her hand became a python squeezing his thick dick on the upstroke, encircling the head until it felt engorged with blood. Then a sudden easing and a swift downstroke that went all the way down hammering his balls to the firm material of the seat. The tower of babel falters and language was lost. So the senator howled like a wounded beast.

"Hush now. We are nearly at the dark holy of holies."

Fearing for his safety now, the hotshot legislator tapped on the black opaque divider to the unseen chauffeur, slammed on the windows. He briefly thought of punching the woman out of desperation. But his will faltered immediately when he saw her beautiful face. She smiled and continued smiling as the limo stopped and she dragged him out literally by the balls.

Confused and in pain, Petros finally saw the front of the car as it reversed to park itself and the windows rolled down. There was no one there at the steering wheel. There WAS no steering wheel. Not even seats. Even if it was some kind of new self driving car, it was an unnerving sight. Who rolled down the seats? The doors locked themselves soundlessly without any prompting.

His lower lip trembled. All unnecessary thoughts however were quickly discarded when he felt another yank on the neck of his scrotum. He shuffled forward like some beast of burden, chained to his new mistress. The November air felt cold on his legs and stung his exposed genitals. After climbing a short flight of stairs, his captor stopped suddenly.

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**THE TEMPLE NIGHTCLUB**

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He looked up and saw that he was at the entrance of what appeared to be a cross between an prehistoric temple and a seedy modern nightclub. All expensive marble tiling, dim neon lights. And there was that lavender smell again, but now it was overpowering. He wanted to run, but the lavender invaded his mind. It wasn't as if he could really escape anyway. The lobbyist had him by the balls. As a US politician, this was actually something he was extremely familiar with, but his donors were going too far with this.

"Where are we? Where are we going? Who are you working for? Where are my pants?!" No answer. Instead, he was force marched forward towards an imposing figure.

A female bouncer or perhaps temple guard, he couldn't tell, stood before a massive ten feet tall bronzed door. She was as surreal as everything else he had seen that night. She wore some kind of light flexible armor, more suited to the medieval era than to the modern world. Her torso was protected with a thin porcelain-like breastplate, while almost everywhere else was covered with supple chainmail. Her crotch region, however was not only unarmored, but clad only in a translucent g-string. In other words, she's the epitome of an oversexualized fantasy amazon that feature in many modern games. She glanced down from her seven feet height to look down on my kidnapper's athletic six feet and his own five feet five Joe Pesci Godfather frame.

The guardian calmly retrieved what appeared to be a blank playing card from her bosom. The lobbyist instantly responded. "Two balls in a jar." Tall Amazon flipped the card to show a picture of testicles floating in a pickle jar surrounded by pretty nubile young women on all fours, salivating like wolves. The senator's penis twitched as his balls tried to draw themselves up against the hand trapping them. He thought he saw the hint of a smile on his captor's face for a split second.

Tall Amazon nodded, opened the door and stepped aside.

Senator Petros should be asking or demanding any number of things now. Trivial things like if he was now officially kidnapped or if his donors were in some kind of sick cult (he could work with that). Was this a type of perverse initiation ritual that his other senate colleagues hadn't told him about? Would he be cheating on his wife or consigning millions to some horrible policies?

As long as it didn't interfere with the interests of his other donors, he would be willing to play along. And if it did interfere with the other interests, then he'd just have to demand that they pay more. He hoped that it wasn't those tree hugging climate change hippies. Did those clowns even have a lobby? They can't possibly outpay what Big Daddy Oil gave Uncle Sam, could they?

His brain was trying to tell his mouth to form some sentences to form an escape plan. His penis yelled at his eyes to look at the practically nude crotch of the Amazon. The former Ivy league valedictorian gawked at the puffy camel toe with a slack jawed grin. The camel toe grinned at him.

Noticing his gaze, his owner donor explained. "Oh that. She wants as little between her weapon and the targets. Quicker this way." She abruptly released his shriveled nuts after the cryptic remark.

"You're free to go Lord Senator..." This time his brain won the argument and his legs started moving.

The gargantuan polished doors swung open on its own. "... But then you'd be missing this."

There were nearly nude people everywhere. Beautiful nearly nude people. Mostly women outnumbering the men two or perhaps three to one. My escort walked in without waiting for my response, her long legs sinuous and with each step her butt sashay this way and that. It was that hypnotic way that women walked when they swayed their hips, but taken to eleven.

The senator gingerly stuffed his nuts back into his boxers and took a few irreversible steps forward.

The half-naked "Lord of the Senate" was fully intoxicated with the scent of lavender when he crossed under the small archway of the entrance. In an instant, he found himself being led by his nameless host once again, but this time she was just holding his hand. They sat down on plush PVC like cushions accompanied by a large transparent plastic table. The cavernous place was slightly terraced with every ten paces or so, going a step lower. Apparently his host had the best seat in the house, because he was almost eye level to the huge raised platform that was taking up almost half of this two hectare square area. He looked up and was surprised to see that the ceiling, if you can call it that must have been at least a hundred yards away from him with mezzanines and walkways near the sides in multiple levels.

Petros looked around and wasn't particularly surprised to see many other lawmakers and high level politicians, from all major parties in the same plight as him. All men. Now that his dick had been placated enough, his brain finally remembered to ask the most basic question that was necessary.

"Ahem... I don't know what's your angle. But if we're to be working together and yanking each other's genitals, I should at least know your name Miss....?" He wanted to just leave the area, or maybe stay there forever in that purple twilight of sexy women but that could be bad. You just couldn't offend a lobbyist whose boss just gave you over twenty million out of the sheer goodness of their hearts.

"Polypus. You can call me... Polly. And I've nothing that you could yank, mister senator sir. At least nothing as fragile as the two plums you're hiding under your boxers."

The former boxing champion of Yale forced himself to stop his teeth from grinding and relax his clenched fists. "Of course Polly. There's also a big snake hiding under these boxers!"

There was that hint of a coy smile again from 'Polly'. Oh no... he was so stupid to not realize it earlier. She must be one of those woke marxist feminists lobbyists. He looked around from his high vantage point at the other tables. Most of the women escorts / lobbyists/ kidnappers were nude or nearly nude. Well maybe not woke marxist feminist. If not Big Marx then who?

He glanced up at the artwork adorning the various walls and noticed a disturbing trend. Hoofed women on horseback lassoing fleeing men on foot, except the lasso was too small for the neck. And then he saw it. Even under the dim purplish lighting he could spot one of the feminine riders successfully coral a man whose testicles had been trapped in the lasso.

Petro's eyes widened... He got it now. Well not everything, but he at least knew that this was just some kind of highly exclusive bdsm club. The other painting near him had a woman riding a man in the reverse missionary Amazon position. It made sense of course. He went to some dominatrix in his Yale days many times as part of some stupid initiation ritual but he continued going to the parlor because it turned out that her uncle was really influential in Big Pharma. It was just a misunderstanding. They must have done some research on his personal file and history and thought that he was REALLY into this sort of thing.

Polly laughed out loud. "Do not worry, before the night is through, you will REALLY come to love it. Rest easy senator."

"What?" Did he spoke out loud? "Anyway, I would really appreciate having my pants back Polly."

"Hush, the show is about to begin." There was a glimmer of excitement in Polly's eyes.

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**HOW ABOUT A MAGIC TRICK?**

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A pretty Asian looking girl of maybe 19 materialized on the stage from nowhere. Upbeat techno music started playing on the stage which he now realized was made of a strange sparkling obsidian.

He also realized that the girl or rather woman's black attire looked a lot like those of the trick magicians he had seen in Vegas. But a lot more revealing, with its low cut, lack of a hat and just panties covering her pussy. It's really just a long sleeved bikini one piece with matching red gloves. Like the guard outside, she also had a camel toe.

When she spoke her voice boomed from everywhere. Clear, but not deafening. Must be some kind of concealed Vegas kind of microphone. Petros didn't see any speakers nor microphones, but then again, he's almost fifty yards away.

"Greetings and welcome to our sacred temple, honored members of Congress. I am called the Countess. For tonight's entertainment, how about a magic trick? I will present to you an appearing and disappearing act."

She took a worn blue handkerchief from inside her "bra", and threw it on the floor. It grew into a cloth simulacrum of the male genitals of modest proportion. Small and flaccid, it looked pitiful. Then the magician walked and positioned herself right over the illusion, her groin directly three feet above her creation.

Slowly, the strange phallus grew and grew until it was a solid ten inches. The testicles replica tightened up and drew themselves nearer to their totem pole.

The Asian D.C. Zatanna winked and quipped. "Someone is happy to see me."

There was a lot of laughter and applause at this, with some of the male audience whistling appreciatively. Petros glanced at the nearest table on the same "terrace level" as him. Six yards away, a Congressman he recognized cheered and raised his wine glass at the stage, then demanded more drinks be served. One of the ubiquitious barely clothed serving women appeared and poured from a pitcher. Congressman Matt immediately chugged some of the liquor down. Meanwhile, one of his escorts was busy guzzling his six inch hose below. Apparently, the good man had also lost his pants on his way here.

Returning his attention to the stage, the Countess had stepped away from her growing creation. It's huge now, equaling in size to her own body and human features begin to appear. The cloth mannequin dropped to the floor to reveal a completely naked white middle aged man. His face was familiar somehow. Where had he seen it?

"The upstate subway pervert," Polly helpfully supplied. He remembered it now. The guy must had hundreds of upskirt pictures of college girls commuting stored in his phone, at least that's what the news said.

He did a double take and studied Polly's chiselled porcelain like face. She said nothing. This time he was absolutely certain that he had said nothing. Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Subway Pervert had a look of complete confusion on his face, as if he had no idea where he was.

"Where am I? Who are you people? How did I get here?!" How DID that pervert get here? Wasn't he supposed to be incarcerated already?

The Countess ran towards him and pushed him as he was dazed by the spotlights. He fell backwards and landed on his butt. She produced a pink handkerchief from her sleeve, shook it and held a pink college uniform. A batgirl style smoke bomb second later, she was wearing it.

She walked straight towards the stupefied pervert and kicked him between his open legs with her bare instep. He yelped and involuntarily moved his upper body forward only to be met with a knee to the head. As he lay down flat on the ground moaning, the Countess walked and positioned herself right over his head. Her crotch was directly above his head. The upskirt special.

He immediately stopped moaning and licked his lips with a beatific expression. Well, maybe beatific was pushing it, because the man looked wrinkly, overweight with double jowls and Petros was sure he was doing too much cold cuts. Maybe smug and self satisfied would be more accurate.

Senator Petros turned his gaze higher and saw the Countess reached into her skirt from the top and magically pulled out her panties. Subway Pervert was now drooling even as his hands continued to cover his groin. He must be staring straight into her pussy. The lucky bastard was sporting a massive erection.

The young sex magician gyrate slowly to the pulsing rhythm of the stage music and stripped off all her remaining clothing. She lowered herself rubbed her wet labia back and forth on his bloated stomach. Her hands grabbed his own and peeled them away from protecting his genitals.

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**HOW TO MAKE A PENIS DISAPPEAR**

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"I will now make this penis disappear!" Her pussy lips envelop his engorged member to the hilt. She did make his dick disappear in a way. Of course, everyone caught on and there were chuckles all around the venue.

Laughing the loudest, like a madman, was the guy on stage himself. The senator bet that this definitely beat prison recreational time for sure. A luxurious sigh came from beside him. He had almost forgotten his lobbyist princess. But that's unlikely to happen again because she's now completely nude and fingering herself vigorously. He realized that he was also now completely nude somehow and was holding his joystick. With a growl, he tried to pounce on her, but with her free hand, Polly unerringly grabbed his testicles once again in a vice-like grip. He screamed and tapped her shoulder pathetically.

The nubile elf just smiled and shook her head. "Not yet. Look."

Petros surveyed his surroundings again and saw the same scene everywhere. Men being handled by their balls. It was embarrassing, but sexy in a way. His dick twitched.

"No. Up on the stage. Don't miss the show." Polly's lilting voice advised.

It was a show alright. Both of the duelists on stage were thrusting with wild abandon. On the bottom, the man was thrusting like a crazed stallion that's not been broken in. At the top, the girl was slamming her hip down like a jackhammer, fast and furious. Inevitably though, the man shouted, "Ahh I'm coming! I'm coming!" And instead of pulling away, the Asian Zatanna just sat firmly on his pole and reached behind her to grasp his plums as Polly called them. This gave the wonderful effect of straining her D cup breasts forward, to the delight of the men in the audience.

"I love this part." Petros glanced at Polly to find her swinging her leg behind him and for one fantastic moment, he could see her exposed vagina. A slight push with her hips and he was sitting in front of her with her legs prying open his own. Good thing the couch was so big and spacious. Her hands appeared in front of him. One grabbed his totem pole and the other his sacred sack. She must have done the handjob ritual many times because the feeling was most divine.

The senator's attention was taken by the Countess once again when their grunts and moans of lovemaking reached a crescendo. A loud shout by Subway Pervert and he squeezed his partner's ass and held his upthrust. A couple of seconds later, some of the smart glass walls lit up with close footage of the action on stage. Everyone can clearly see the thick white semen dripping down the Countess' thigh, along with a bit of perhaps virginal blood. She was still thrusting her boobs forwards, red nipples hard and proud. Her hands were still reaching behind her, firmly grabbing her man's family jewels.

It was subtle at first, but Petros was close enough to see it even without the huge glass screens on the walls capturing the action. It started with just her thumbs kneading in a circular motion, much like those sexual testicular massage at some adult parlors. Then the thumbs stabbed into the middle of the balls. The word stabbed here was not metaphorical, but literal. Her thumbs went right through his sexual organs.

Both Petros and the unfortunate pervert sat bolt upright in surprise. The crowd fell silent. Or at least the male half did, the women were laughing and screaming their orgasms. Even the waitresses had set aside their trays and just fingered themselves. Everyone was nude and intently watching the action on the smart glass and on stage.

The Subway Pervert started a weak high pitch scream, but was silenced with a kiss. His fingers tried to spasmodically grab her own, but trembled uselessly. As she squeezed with both hands, the man's testicles turned into mush. When it was nothing but a sickening paste, she flexed her hands and... elegant slender claws, but claws nonetheless appeared where her fingernails should be.

She ripped up the scrotum in two effortlessly and held both halves up in a triumphant primal scream of lust. The sexy Asian then tried to stand, but her vagina appeared to have been glued onto his cock. Winking conspiratorially, she mimed a penis fucking a vagina lewdly with her hands. Then the two fingers cosplaying the pussy squeezed shut. She immediately followed this gesture by showing the finger representing the cock being cut in two.

When she did that, the man whose penis just plowed her depths squealed. This time she stood up without any problems. Now, the Subway Pervert was missing both his balls and his dick. No male genitalia was left on him.

"Ta da! I've made the male genitals disapp- !"

As she did her magician's flourish, something dropped from her vagina. It was a human penis. More specifically, her stage partner's severed cock.

"Whoops! Give me a second." She transferred all the testicle remnants to one hand and stuffed the dismembered organ back into her opening a bit at a time, root first. There's some grinding sound coming from the speakers. Blood poured down her legs, flooding over the semen still dripping lazily.

"Takes time to properly chew." The woman pulled out the penis, or rather what's left of it, the penis base was almost completely gone, only the head and a bit of a jaggedly cut stump was left. She placed it just below her vulva, rubbing the gruesome trophy on her thigh teasingly. Suddenly, what appeared to be a prehensile tongue snaked outwards from her vagina and coiled around the penis head. It snapped back to its origin with the prize and both disappeared. The tongue's owner mashed the sad remains of her coital partner's sack into her lower mouth.

"It's finger licking good!" She exclaimed and proceeded to lick her fingers. Lower down, a tongue also reappeared to lick the gallon of blood and pint of semen gushing down her inner thigh. The magician, completely nude, positioned herself above the head of her convulsing former lover. She made sure he was staring directly into her genitals.

"Ta da! I've made the male genitals disappear!"

There was a frantic, almost fanatical applause at this, except this time, it was the women who were cheering and doing the catcalls.

Senator Petros felt nauseous and aroused at the same time. He knew he was one of those 'tough on crime' politicians, but this left him feeling uneasy. Not least because his own partner Polly was now kneading his own testicles the same way the beautiful monster on stage did. And perhaps it was the lavender or the wine, but he could have sworn that Polly's fingernails were getting harder and longer. And much, much sharper.

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